Lyra believes she has a reasonable handle on her life. Or so she thought, until her life was interrupted by a charismatic French dancer. She faces competition from other women, interference from her family, and a man from a past relationship that wa...
After Lyra had tried on a few dresses, Catarina asked why she didn’t check in to her room at the Four Seasons yet. Lyra replied they never left her mother in law’s house last night. After a moment, Catarina nodded and handed her a room key.
“I checked you in for you, now go try on the next dress.” Catarina turned her towards the dressing room.
She was trying on her last dress. It was simple but elegant. She liked it but she didn't think it was fancy enough for either wedding.
She decided to get Laurent's opinion.
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“What do you think?” Lyra asked when he answered. “You look beautiful.” Laurent smiled. “Not too plain?” Lyra asked. “No. How many dresses you try for today?” He asked. “I've lost count but this is the last one.” Lyra smiled. “I just want to take a nice nap in the penthouse suite of George V, care to join me?” Lyra smiled hopefully.
Laurent looked around then told her to give him an hour. She gave him the room number and asked that he bring her bag with him.
Lyra walked out in the last dress not really caring what they thought anymore. She had thirty minutes to wrap this up, get to her hotel and shower before Laurent showed up. She twirled and smiled then went back to change into her own clothes.
When she came out she told her grandmother she the dresses she wanted, then hugged everyone goodbye. She took a taxi to the hotel and went straight to her room. After her shower she ordered lunch and waited.
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Laurent told his mother he was going to meet Lyra. He grabbed her bag and headed to the hotel. Laurent arrived a little bit after the food.
Laurent pulled on the belt of the robes she was wearing to lead her to the table. Lyra tied her hair up for her nap as he sat her down. Lyra tilted her head up to kiss him when Laurent leaned over.
“Your hair is getting really long.” He said playing with her hair before smelling it. He pulled her away from her plate into his lap. “The baby and I are hungry.” Lyra spoke softly when his hand pulled her hair tie loose. “Hmm.” He lowered his mouth to her neck. Lyra leaned her head back and sighed, he wasn't hungry for food.
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The next two weeks were a steady routine; Mornings to herself, afternoons with her mother in law, evenings with Laurent and sometimes Larry.
They had many conversations and so far Laurent had decided Lyra would have the baby in Paris. She would also move to Paris and she would sell her house in Saarbrücken. In return he agreed they wouldn't live with his mother and Larry wouldn't live with them, although both could visit as much as they want.
Lyra found a OBGYN and was excited to get her first ultrasound and of course making sure the baby was fine. Laurent didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm and Lyra noticed.
