Chapter 3
As previously mentioned, I am drawn to things that are, well, fabulous, and I find them extremely intriguing. So when I stepped into the lobby at Chris' apartment building, I had the air knocked out of my lungs. The large room had chandeliers hanging, casting a beautiful glow over the white furniture, and the marble floors. Christina walked straight through the lobby, not bothering to indulge in the beauty around her, whereas I walked slowly towards the elevator, taking in the magnificent architecture around me.
Once I'm fully in the elevator, the doors slowly close behind me, and Christina presses the button for the top floor... penthouse, typical. I continue to daydream about the lobby, but am startled by a loud ding, signifying that our short journey in the elevator has come to an end. And that's when I realise....
The elevator opens straight into the apartment! This is the most fabulous place I've ever seen, and she hasn't even given me the tour yet.
We walk through the living room, past the kitchen, and up a beautifully carpeted staircase. When we reach the landing, we are greeted but several different doors, each one as extravagant as the next.
"This," Chris points to the first of the six doors, "is a guest room. So are those two." She points the third and fourth doors. She also explains to me that the second door is a storage closet, the fifth door is a bathroom, and the sixth door is an office/ study.
We walk down a hall way, which is situated right between the third and fourth door. We eventually get to the end of the hall, and there is another landing, with 3 rooms in it. The first one belongs to her and her husband, Jack. The second one belongs to her nephew, whom she calls Harry, and the third one is the one I will be staying in. After reminding me about our plans for tonight, she leaves me to get ready in the privacy of my new bedroom. I will be staying with Christina and her husband and nephew, until all the loose ends are tied up at my new apartment.
After giving myself a quick tour of the room, is brought to my attention that it is almost the size of my whole apartment back in Florida.
I retrieve a little sparkly black dress from my suitcase, and the pair of high heels I like to wear with it, and go into the en suite and plugging in my curling wand.
About an hour and a half later, I have put on my full outfit and accessories, curled my hair into loose curls and done a Smokey-eye makeup look. I walk out of the room, and down the hall, before I remember I forgot my clutch. I go back to my room and chuck my iPhone, money and I.D into it, before making my way to the living room.
"Oh, hi, you must be Jack. I'm Anna." I extend my arm towards the man (really hot man, good job Christina), with a smile on my face. I haven't really stopped smiling since I got here, and I wouldn't be surprised if my face cramped up, scrunched into a ball and fell straight onto the ground. Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration.
"Yes, that is correct. It is quite lovely to meet you Anna, I've heard so much about you, and I couldn't really think of a better person to take over Tine's job." I internally awed at how cute he sounded when he called her Tine. Yep, I am one of 'those' girls.
"Thank you. It is so lovely to hear someone other than my Mom say that." He laughed and shook his head. "Supportive Moms are the best Moms."
"Yeah, but I don't know why she can't support me quietly, in private. She posted it on face book, and bragged about it to all of her friends at her work. Suppppooorttiiiveee." We both laughed, and he commented, "Charmer you are, kid."
We continued to make small talk, until Christina walks into the room, looking like a model straight out of vogue.
"Ah, looks like you two are getting along. Lovely, are we all ready to go?"
Jack hops off the couch and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Ready when you are, baby."
We all walk towards the elevator, and I press the button to open it up.
"Oh, Annabelle, dear," I turn to Christina to find him all cuddled up with her husband. The feels! "You look lovely."
