Mental Love

Chapter 1 - First Sight

January 13th

I was sitting by the window, writing ideas down for a love story I had been planning to write for a while, when suddenly I spotted something unusal from my window. It was a strange man riding down my street on a black horse. I stared intently at the stranger and couldn't help but notice that he had jet black hair about shoulder length and a handsome face with green eyes. He was very handsome indeed. I've never seen this man before, never in this quiet little town. I really wanted to find out more about this delicious stranger. He was just so mysterious and yet, I felt myself being strangely attracted to him. I didn;t notice it then, but I realise now that is was a stupid mistake, that I had spent way too much time staring at this stranger.

When I stopped daydreaming about him and came back to Earth, I realised that he too was staring, except at me. His green eyes were so intense I felt like they were piercing my soul but not in a bad way. Suprisingly, it felt like a blanket of warm. I quickly looked away before he could see my cheeks turn the shade of summer roses.

Suddenly, the stranger stopped outside my front fence. He hopped off his horse, most gracefully I must admit, then opened the gate and made his way down the path to my front door. He knocked on the door. Before I could even reach the top of the stairs, I heard my father answer the door. I hid near the bansiters so I still had a clear view of my father and the strange man. Father invites him into the parlour and I lose sight of them. I slowly and carefully creep the stairs, to try and listen to their conversation. I could hear the low muttering of my father and the deep whispers of the stranger.

Suddenly, I heard my father's footsteps get louder as he left the parlour. I quickly jumped up from my hiding spot, ran back to my bedroom and pretended to be writing just as Father walked into my room.

"Melanie, could you please go down to the parlour? You have a vistor waiting for you." He said as he played akwardly with his moustache.

"Sure Father." I picked up the skirt of my dress and carefully made my way down the stairs, followed closely by my father. As I walked into the parlour, I heard a faint gasp which could have only come from the stranger who had just stood up from his seat on the sofa. I have always known I was pretty, beautiful even, but I didn't let it get to my head unlike other girls my age. With my deep red curls, fair porcelin skin and hourglass figure, I was a "natural beauty" as my father often told me.

I smiled, blushing slightly, at the stranger and offered my hand to him. He stood there for a moment and then realised that he was staring. He apologised quickly before giving a slight peck to my hand.

"My name is Melanie Scott. I heard that you would like to speak with me," I said with a slight flirty tone to my voice.

The stranger responded with a deep but sexy voice, "Yes, I am a friend of your cousin, Theodore. He said you took up residence in this remarkable house. My name is Adam Mason and I am hear to invite you to dine with me tonight."