mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

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mistaken

She was done. Done with Seville, it was no use of staying. She had made none friends and no one even wanted to talk to her. She applied for a thousand jobs but no one wanted her.

Martina tried in every way to move on with her lonely life, but it was like faith was stopping her. That's how she ended up here again, in an airplane on her way to Paris.

A total different country with a total different language and a total different culture. But maybe people wanted her here?

She was clueless and remembered how she wanted to go here with Jorge. She wanted her honeymoon, feeling loved in the city of love. Her heart craved for his love, maybe that's why she decided to fly to Paris.

She concluded it was best to take her rest as she closed her eyes softly. A dream of Jorge and her fell in her head.

"I don't like it" Jorge stubbornly told me when he came out of the dressing room, wearing a reddish blouse. I laughed at him and walked closer, closing one more button of the blouse.

"I can't show my man to everyone" I giggled out before I gave his lips a quick kiss. He laughed and got back into the dressing room. I waited a few minutes before he got out, wearing his normal clothes again.

I smiled, took his hand, and pulled him inside another store. I happily walked through the store, looking at the beautiful dresses and tops that were hanging there.

A denim colored top got my attention. I lift it up and showed it to Jorge who quickyl looked up. "Gorgeous" He blurted out, making me laugh. I took some more things from the shelves until I was ready to fit.

"And you have to tell what you think about everything" I giggled before I pecked his nose and stumbled inside the dressing room. I heard him groan but hum slightly afterwards.

I put on the denim top with a pair of pants I got as well. I stepped outside the dressing room, pretending to be a model. I posed a few times, finally making a smile appear on Jorge's face.

"I love it, it's beautiful" He admitted while the smile kept growing on his face. I posed another after I gave him a quick peck. I hopped back in the dressing room and took a yellowish, long skirt, with a dark blue tank top above it.

It was a riskful outfit, but I loved it. Just to be wild and different. I jumped out of the grey curtains and stood right in front of Jorge who opened his mouth in shock. I laughed and walked around him, my hand moved over his neck.

"Wow, that's... something different?" He said it more like a question as I pouted at him.

"Do you like it or not?" I asked, posing another time while I took a look of myself in the mirror. It isn't the usual, but personally I loved it.

"I do, I really really do" I heard his gorgeous voice say from behind me. A smile plastered on my face while I turned myself towards my boyfriend.

I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him deeply for some seconds. I then pulled away and happily looked at him. "I'm going to buy it" I squealed out before jumoing out of his arms and running back into the small dressing room, dissapearing behind the grey curtains.

I changed in my normal clothes again and put on my white nike shoes. I grabbed the yellowish skirt, the denim top and the blue tank top and took it with me to the cash desk.

Jorge followed me with a smile on his face. He held his right hand softly on my waist. I put the clothes onto the cash desk and wanted to grab my purse but Jorge pushed himself in front of me.

I giggled at his cuteness. He payed for the three pieces of clothes and took the plastic bag from the woman that was standing there. "You didn't have to do that?" I said while he wrapped his free arm around my shoulder. I held him by his waist.

"But I did" He finalized as I felt the red heat crep onto my small cheeks before I crashed myself in his toned chest.

The sound of a stewardess talking made Martina shoot wide awake. The memory was one of the best moments of them together, she remembered how many times she wore the unusual clothes and how everyone liked it, especially Jorge.

She still had kept the skirt, it was at her house in Italy.

Then Martina realized she had to get out of the plane because she was the last person sitting. She quickly grabbed the bag of clothes which she bought in Seville, stood up and rapidly left the airplane. She immediatelt felt like she was in Paris, it had this special kind of atmosphere hanging around.

She'd never been here before but it felt like she had. Maybe it was just in her memory. She had dreamt about being here loads and loads of time, most of them she was here with Jorge. Her dream wasn't complete, but at least it was something.

She walked out of the airport and immediately heard the Fremch language and culture all around her. It was even more beautiful then she had ever imagined. She walked over the streets, trying to search for a hotel as priority.

After hours of searching and tons of full hotels, she came eye in eye with a gorgeous 5-star hotel. Her eyes widened when she saw it, it was just perefect. She hesitated for a bit before beung her crazy ass self and walking inside.

Even the reception desk was more luxurious than her enture house. The woman gave her a warm smile and asked her some questions. Before she could even realize it, Martina had booked a room for five nights.

Behind her, two men appeared to take her bags but their eyes turned confused when they noticed she had only a small bag filled with clothes. "It's.. complicated" Martina told them on which they just looked confused but took it and led her to her room.

The huge stairs in the middle of the hall was made out of beautiful white marble stone. She walked up it and then took a turn right. The doors of all the rooms were beautifully decorated, with all kinds of details.

Then they arrived at Martina's room as the men gave her a small card. She scanned the card while the door flew open. The most gorgeous room she had ever seen in her life appeared in front of her eyes.

She stepped inside as the two men explained some things before walking out. Martina ran through the huge room, through the bedroom, then the bathroom. Everything was decorated in the same theme which made the room even more beautiful.

She ran back to her bedroom and pulled open the grey curtains. The beautiful city of Paris was shown in front of her, all the small lights were shining. It was evening already, everything was beautifully lightened up.

The huge eiffeltower was even better than she imagined. Martina then closed the curtains again and dropped herself on the huge bed, thinking how amazingly weird and cool this actually was before she zoned off.

< do you like these memories of when they were dating or nah? >

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