Welcome to the bonus chapter! This is a quick tell of how our protagonist confessed his love for Jane. 🎀 It's really sweet and it will help you to slow down the tension from the past chapters. The story is not over, this is just a parenthesis.
If you can and wish to, you can put a soft song of your preference as you read.
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"Look how beautiful you look my child!. I'm sure she'll say yes, you'll see. Don't get too nervous, otherwise she'll notice. Always believe in yourself and remember that you can achieve everything you set out to do. Now, the final touch, go and grab some roses from the garden, the most beautiful you can find and go do what you have to do." Said Maria who stood behind me, looking at the mirror.
I was wearing a satin black tuxedo with a warm white buttoned shirt, complemented with a nice satin red bow. My jet-black hair was combed in a stylistic backward wave, letting the sunlight highlight the brown of my eyes. Only If I wasn't fat, I could say I looked really nice.
"Are you alright?" I nodded. But the real answer was no. "Okay." She turned me around, and knelt down so we could stand at the same height. She looked at me for some seconds and gave me a long warm hug.
"I'm so, so proud of you!. Thank you Vincent."
"Your welcome. Mmm... but why?." I asked in my acute voice. She released from the embrace but kept her hands on my arms, looking at me in the eyes.
"Because thanks to you I know what it feels like to have a son... Now c'mon." She stood up and shook her shirt. I could see her wiping a tear from her eye. She gave me her hand walked with me out of my room, downstairs, and let go when we reached the crystal doors that lead to our backyard.
In my house we have three floors; In the first one is the living room, the dining room and the kitchen, all decorated in white with small details of wood and nature, illuminated with warm lights and a bonfire on one of the walls. The living room has a ceiling about 10 feet high with glassed walls just as tall and they allow you to see the guitar shaped pool in the backyard. In the backyard, besides the pool, we have infinite yards of land where I tend to run my small motorcycle and at the end, locates my favorite tree in which I usually play and talk with Jane.
On the second floor are the bedrooms which are 5 in total. The master room is my parent's one, the medium room is mine (the coolest one) and the others are the guests rooms but they are still huge as well. In one of them stays Maria but not always, just when my parents are staying outside the house. The other two have a bed and everything just like a normal bedroom, just that usually no one stays in them.
Next floor and final, locates the art room were I sometimes go and draw a little, the movie room which has a bed sized furniture and an almost theater sized tv with a small bonfire under it. The last but not the least... drum roll please... The game room! This is where I spend most of time if not in the art room. Here I play with my Xbox and PlayStation, also Wii and all the game consoles you can imagine! My favorite games are all from the call of duty and racing! I love cars and motorcycles so I decorated the room with that theme. It gives me the adrenaline I need to play. Also I have my computer in here and a reclinable chair super extra comfortable, enough for me to beat everyone at gaming. I swear, this room is paradise. Too bad I only have 1 friend to share all this with...
My parents are not at home today because they're attending a job proposal with one of the chiefs, or something like that they told me... I wish they were though, this is a very special day for me.
"Well now's the time! Go get your girl." She told me, pulling me out of my 'zoned out' moment.
I looked at her genuine smile and it made me feel... strange, but I liked it. I hugged her tight and said:
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