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She closes the balcony doors and Amelia sits me down on my bed, dragging a chair from the desk and sits opposite me. She crosses her legs and set her face into an extremely serious expression.
“Please explain Delilah. From the beginning.”
“Where’s your Dictaphone?” I joke nervously. She merely raises one eyebrow and I slump on the bed. I tell her everything from the walk along the Seine to the macarons on the Pont Neuf. Amelia is an amazing listener. She squeals in delight when I tell her about it, but it quickly turns to despair as I tell her what happened at the Arc de Triomphe. I pause there in the story and she quickly speaks.
“Oh Delilah.”
“I know Amelia. I completely over reacted.”
“Not that. He remembers Eloise,” she shakes her head in disbelief. “Fate really works wonders.”
Then I explain to her what had happened in his room. I tell her about how he cried and I talk and talk and talk. I couldn’t stop telling her about Oscar. Every single detail. She smiles then and she encourages me to talk. I feel like a patient at a psychiatrist. I then tell her about the person in the corridor and the balcony escapade.
“That’s where it ends I suppose,” I say shrugging. She whistles and she leans back in her chair.
“Wow Delilah. That is one story. But trust Emily to ruin everything. You two would have so kissed if she hadn’t come.”
I clear my throat, dry from the constant talking. “Emily. He would never. He’s not the person to cheat and besides, if Emily had walked in, I would have slapped her the moment she walked in.”
Amelia’s mouth falls open. “Delilah! I never pegged you down as a violent person. Why would you do that?”
My eyes widen and I clap my hands to my mouth. I hadn’t told her about the photograph. If I told her, Amelia would probably go and drag Emily outside for a fight without hesitation. I sigh and I decide to tell her. I had already told her everything else.
“Oscar and I….”
She starts waving her hands everywhere. “Yes I know its Oscar and you. Get to it.”
I roll my eyes and continue, “Got this lady to take a picture of us with the Champs Elysees.”
“Yes, I know. You’ve already said. Please don’t repeat yourself!”
“Well, I was looking at that picture on Oscars laptop and I saw something familiar in the background.”
I pause slightly.
“Yes Delilah?” Amelia urges me.
I stand up then I put up a hand. “Amelia,” I say seriously. “Whatever I say next, please, please promise that you won’t do anything stupid.”
She nods impatiently. “Yes, okay.”
“So I zoomed in and,” I stop and she lets out an impatient noise, “I saw that it. Was. Emily.”
Amelia’s face falls and she looks at me confused. I almost let out a sigh of relief.
“So? That cow was probably swanning off in the shops. She can’t possibly have seen you through the crowd.”
“Yes, yes I know Amelia! I thought that as well, but it wasn’t just that.” I take a deep breath. “But before I tell you Amelia, please remember your promise.”
She looks intrigued and she lifts three fingers up. “Scouts honour.”
“She was hanging off this other guy.”
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Dla nastolatkówThe SEQUEL to DARK BLUE | WILL UNDERGO EDITING ** "We will meet again." That's what Oscar said to Delilah and she believes that. Delilah knows what she wants to do. All thanks to one boy. She holds on to the fact that maybe, one day she'll meet Osca...
