Loving Nicolas

Chapter 2

                   

The museum had been amazing, the collections on display were inspiring. The detailing done on the outfits on display was mind blowing. Shall I go on?

You're not interested in that. You want to know more about Nicolas Scott. So did I.

After I left the museum I did the pilgrimage to Harrods. A must for every woman who lands in London, remember that. I went through the departments, bought few outfits, shoes, some accessories, in the end I burned through my credit card before I left the place. I stopped at a café on the side of the department store, ordered myself a bowl of salad. A very delicious one, not your kind of greens with no taste kind of salad. It was the kind which you want to order again, and again.

But you don't want to know about that too. I walked back to the hotel since it wasn't that far. On my way, I stopped for a cone of soft ice cream topped with a Flake log, another must when you visit London. Remember that too.

By the time I reached the Dorchester, I was sweaty, wet from the rain which decided to pour when I was half way through my trek of London's streets, and running late.

I rushed through my shower, brooded over what to wear. It was ridiculous I know! I was wrecking myself on what to wear for the play. I was intending at first for a simple black pants and white shirt of my own design. However now, I stood near the bed eyeing the first intended outfit and a little black dress I brought with me on whim. It was a of a beautiful cut and material, sexy in a way. I know I was going with him for a bite to eat and not a date. But that vain part of me wanted to look good, wanted to show him what he was missing on. I wonder if I was his type?

While I was having my salad earlier I did check out the gossip sites on who he had dated in the past, and if he had a type. Hard luck on that! He had no type. He dated a red head, and then a slinky blond, Jane was a slinky blond too. Bummer! There was an actress he had been with briefly who had been a brunette. But none of those relationships lasted more than few months.

Very scary. I didn't want to end up with a man who didn't commit, and Nicolas Scott didn't seem to be that kind of man.

After an hour of doing my hair, makeup, and pulling thigh high black shimmery tights, I pulled on the dress and looked at my reflection. I add chandelier earrings, another accessory from my brand and my look was complete. The black dress was simple, with a long sleeve lace top and straight skirt reaching above the knees. On a first look, it was simple, but the cut complements my curves in a way it makes me feel as sexy as Jessica Rabbit.

With a final nod to my reflection I left the hotel room.

The excitement in the air was unbearable to the point it had made me as excited as the rest of the people who are attending the play at the Lyceum Theater.

On the way to the theater, I felt a bit silly that I had gone through the trouble of dressing up as if I was desperate to attract his attention.

I wasn't. I told myself. I dressed up for me, myself and I. I'm Quaintrelle after all. I'm representing my brand name. I stood in front of the Lyceum before I went in and snapped a selfie. Posted it on the brand's Instagram page and went in. Life is beautiful!

I got into the theater and found my seat, and took off my coat as I sat. Beside me was an older lady who she too looked her best. She smiled up at me beaming as she said hello. 

"Are you alone dear?" She demanded, as she smoothed the jacquard jacket in black and gold she was wearing.

"I am." I nodded folding my coat over my lap and placing the clutch over it.