Full Circle

Chapter 1

Elle's POV

She woke up gasping for air. Touching her throat, she drew a great amount of air and inhaled deeply. That dream. Again. The face of a man haunted her. His dark, deep-set eyes seemed to penetrate every core of her being. "Don't leave me." The words seemed to reverbirate in her mind. She has been dreaming the same dream for months now. It felt so real. No, I have not met the man yet. How can it be real? But she can't trust her own words anymore.

She grabbed her robe and entered the bathroom. Taking off her night gown, she watched herself in the mirror. Touching the curved scar that brought life to the most beautiful thing in her life, surged of happiness rushed up through her veins. Samuel. Her prince. Her sweet, sweet boy.

Splashes of cold water brought her back. Her long jet black hair is dripping with water nicely down the curve of her body. Having a child gave every inches of curve in her body intricately. Stepping out of the tub, she reached out for a towel and wrapped her own body.

She towel-dry her hair, plug in the heated rollers, splurge in the Estee body cream, and spray on the Estee scent. Naked, she sat in front of her dressing table mirror, cleansed her face with cottonwool and astringent, applied moisturizer, skintone-base, shading, powder, blusher, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, eyebrow pencil, lipliner, lipstick and lipgloss.

The whole routine took her fifteen minutes and the effect was dynamite.

All she had left to do was decide what to wear, and that aways took time. A large walk-in closet led off from the bathroom, and it was filled with clothes. She strolled up and down, trying to select the perfect outfit. Choosing the right ensemble for a place is a paramount importance.