Oblivious To Love |ON HOLD|

Chapter 11

"Wow." That was the only word that escaped my mouth as Christian drove through the gates of his parent's house- no- fudging mansion- still no- a frickin palace! I found myself bewitched by the grandeur of the structure and it's elegant Florentine-style facades. Its flawlessly manicured gardens enhanced the picturesque nature of the land and a huge infinity pool found itself in the middle of the colossal lawn. I looked at it in aww. This place is so palatial and swanky.

I broke out of my reverie by the sound of someone coughing. I looked at my left and saw Christian staring at me. No, that kinda sounds creepy. He was actually looking at me. "Wanna get out of the car, or not?" He raised his eyebrows.

Please don't raise your eyebrows, they make me go week in the knees.

"What?" I found him looking at me with a frown and heat rushed in my cheeks.

"What? Did I say anything? I didn't say anything!" I laughed nervously. Seriously though, did I just say that out loud? What is so very wrong with me? Thank you gods, of all the realms that he didn't hear me! I owe you one. Or what if he did hear me? No, it can't be. I might haven't said it out that loud. It might have been a mumble. Well, it should've been, Alessandra, or else I'll drown you in the depths of deep humiliation.

I shook my head. Shut up. "Let's go!" I exclaimed with exaggerated exhilaration and went towards opening my side of the door, only to be caught by the seat belt. Ouch.

"Idiot." I head Christian mutter as he shook his head and released my seat belt. I quickly got out of the car to safe myself from making much more of a fool out of myself.

I looked up at the building and found myself captivated. Again. The trees, the plants, the glistening water of the pool, the rich cream colour of the mansion, everything was just.. amazing.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Christian came by my side and put his hands on my waist, glancing at the mansion himself. I suddenly felt the butterflies clawing in my stomach. Wait- butterflies dont claw. But, whatever, you know what I mean, right? I shouldn't feel this way. I tell this to myself everyday but I can't help it. I just do. And today, I'll let myself go with it. I'll let myself feel it. What we could have. What we could be.

I glanced at his hands that rested on my waist then looked up to meet his eyes. "It indeed is." I smiled.

"My grandfather built it for my grandma, Clarice, in 1959. She was so obsessed with the mansion in 'To Catch a Thief,' that he built her an exact replica of it. Perfect." He sighed and looked away from me, "That's what they were."

"I know. I mean- I don't know. But I can feel it. The love. The passion. Everything. I know it sounds really weird but it's almost like the place has a life of its own." I said softly, not leaving my eyes off his face.

His lips curled into a smile at what I said but then it went away like a whirlwind storm. Just like that. It's always like that. We talk like these.. normal people for a teeny tiny moment but then the next thing you know, he comes back into reality and realizes it has been me he has been talking to all along. Alessandra Gideon. Sorry- Alessandra Anderson, his wife. The person he hates with a fiery passion. The person who took away his happiness. The person who killed his fiancee. The person who killed his baby. The person who is a killer, in his perpective.

But you ARE a killer.

No. No. I am not. I did not kill anyone.

You did, Alley. You're denying it. You know it's true.