Music. Music everywhere. I look around and see myself standing in front of a mirror. I was wearing another dress. It was yellow and paper flowers were sewn in the fabric. I was wearing a stupid hat with the same kind of paper flowers attached in it.
I look behind me and I saw an oversized bed with post on each four corners and a roof with laces. I made a face at what I saw and studied the room once more and the more I looked, the more I felt familiar.
The walls were painted white and a head of a deer was hanged in a small corner. A table with a round convertible mirror was somewhere near the head, just below it and a few meters to the right. A brush made of horse hair was lying on the wooden desk and I run my fingers on it curiously.
A sharp knock made me jump back from the table and hit my knee on its edges. I cursed and rub the spot before straightening up and walking towards the door. I opened it to reveal a familiar face.
It was the man I saw in the ball, dancing with the replica of myself. I peek from his shoulders, trying to see my replica but she was nowhere in sight. "Yes, may I help you?" I cleared my throat and gave the man a smile.
He made a face and leaned forward until our faces were inches apart, "Don't tell me you forgot our walk in the garden today?" His voice was deep and cool. It was as if I was carried by a big wave but it was gentle and serene.
"Do I know you?" I took a step back, shifting my foot uneasily as I fiddled with the fabric of my skirt. The man looked at me up and down and made a funny face, "Come on Temperance, your making me feel like a fool here," he said and moved back.
I suddenly felt bad. "Really, I don't know who you are," I said and hung my head slightly. His face fell but he regained his posture and grinned, he grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on it. When his lips touched my hand, tingles shoot from my arm and I shivered slightly.
"Everett Mandeville at your service and you are?" His eyes swept to my face and met mine. Those eyes. My mouth opened involuntarily and my voice surfaced without my control.
"Temperance, Temperance Parson," I continue to stare at his eyes in sudden longing. I didn't know him but for some odd reason, I felt as if I knew him all my life.
"I can play your game all day long...Temperance Parson,"
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A Kiss For Every Lifetime
RomanceI'm waiting for something but I do not know what it is that I am waiting for. "Do you believe in second chances? If ever you were given the chance to remember everything from your previous life, what would you do? You're probably think...
