Mommy? (2)

Chapter 18

Leonora's P.O.V.

The moment Helena left the room I sighed in relief; I had been so tense while she'd been with me. I was still tense but less, as I didn't have to wonder what she going to say or do. Now I was just waiting for the arrival of this mystery French man I was going to marry. I wondered how he'd be. Would he even be nice to me? I was scared, I wasn't going to deny it, but I was also a little bit curious. Who was this person who'd bought me from my mother? Would he be such a monster as her and my sister? Would he be worse? Better? And how was I supposed to greet him properly? I had no clothes other than those I was wearing, so I couldn't change. There was nothing for me to do in this room either, and I had absolutely no idea when he'd arrive. But I didn't want to risk angering Helena, she had too much power over me at the moment. Would she even go through with her threats if I angered her? Thinking about it, I realised that yes, she would. I was nothing to her, and she wouldn't mind at all hurting me. At least that's the impression she gave off.

I was brought out my thoughts by the sound of footsteps outside the door. By the sound of them, it was a man. I jumped up from the bed and stood up, terrified. When the door started opening, I backed off into a corner, trying to get as far away as possible. I didn't want to see whoever was behind that door. But what I wanted wasn't important and the door still opened fully, too fast to my liking, and I saw the person, the man, who had opened it. My future husband. He was quite young to my surprise, probably in his thirties, had black hair and blue eyes, and a thin stubble on his chin and cheeks. He was very tall, maybe 1m 90, and thin. He was also extremely pale, much like one would imagine a politician that's always cooped up in his office to be. Had we met in other circumstances, I would have called him handsome, but my fear of him distorted his features and made him ugly to my eyes, to my mind. Him smiling at my and walking closer with his hand extended didn't help much.

"Hello, Miss Leonora," he had a little French accent but he had clearly lived in Britain for some time because he also had the London accent, "I am Jean-Paul Des Rosiers. Your, I believe, future fiancé."

Future fiancé? Why hadn't he said future husband? Was this some sort of trick? I moved forward and took his extended hand, knowing that I had to at least be polite.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, s- I mean Mr Des Rosiers. I believe I do not need to introduce myself, as you seem to know me?" I questioned him, not knowing what I had to say and what I shouldn't. I didn't even know if we'd be speaking English all the time or if I'd have to use the little French I knew to speak with him.

"Enchanté mademoiselle," he smiled and kissed my hand, like a gentleman, "but please do call me Jean-Paul. We are equals, I am not your superior."

"But you are the one who bought me from my mother," I snapped, before paling when I realized what I'd just done. I shouldn't have snapped at him, I was going to be in so much trouble now. Especially seeing the anger in his eyes. I looked down. "I beg your pardon s- Jean-Paul sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, I don't know what came over me."

He took my chin and made me look at him. "You are forgiven but do not snap at me again, I do not think that it would be in your interests to do so. Now, I have to go, I just wanted to meet you once. But I have to regrettably go now. We will hopefully be able to meet soon," he kissed my hand again and let go, "have a nice day mademoiselle."

And with that he left.

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What did you think? What do you think of Jean-Paul Des Rosiers? How do you think he's gonna treat Leonora? I'm curious what you think!

Don't forget the covers pleeeeeease!!😉

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