Ghost from the past (18+)

#Seven: In which she thinks she's in love.

After we got back to the hotel from our busy day of sightseeing, we were all worn out and went back to our rooms. Ian and I fell asleep within a second, not having the energy left to do anything else. I'm up early the next morning, scrambling about in the bathroom trying to fix my hair after I took a shower and do a little make-up. It's the only thing I can do since Delphine was supposed to be here already with our clothes, but she still hasn't arrived yet. I hear Ian come back into the room and I ask him as I yawn.

'Has Delphine or Isobel called yet?'

Isobel Renaudin is a dressmaker in Paris who was supposed to make our clothes for tonight. We talked to her earlier by phone while we were still in the States and she asked us what type of clothes we all wanted. Ian texted her asking if she knew why Delphine was so late and if we needed to pick up the clothes ourselves.

'No, I haven't heard from either of them.'

He mutters as he walks toward the bathroom and knocks on the door. I take one more look in the mirror my fingers softly grazing over the necklace from Matt, still not able to take it off. My hair and make-up done, I stroll to the door wearing a pair of black shorts and a short-cropped top. As I open the door Ian hands me a mug while I mutter.

'I wonder why she isn't here yet... Normally I'm the one running late.'

Ian laughs amused as he rubs my arm and says.

'I'm sure everything is fine. I got you a hazelnut latte, it's your favorite right?'

I softly smile at him as I take a little sip enjoying the sweet taste on my tongue before I say.

'Thanks, Ian. I'm gonna head outside for a little while. I need a smoke...'

He nods laughing, before taking a sip of his own coffee as he says.

'I still don't know how you manage to smoke just one a day...'

Making me giggle as well as I walk over to my nightstand grabbing my pack of cigarettes along with a jacket as I say.

'I can't help it, alright! I tried to quit, but I just can't. I crave that one damn cigarette in the morning...'

He nods in understanding and says he'll see me in a few. I walk upstairs to the deck of the hotel, gazing over the city, leaning on the railing as I light my cigarette. I feel nervous... I think as I take a deep breath, inhaling the smoke over my lungs hoping it'll calm me down. It's the first time I'm going to perform this song and I hope to God it'll be the last. Though I really doubt it... I sigh, taking another draft. I love it, but at the same time, it's hard to sing this particular song to an audience. I just hope I can keep my act together... I pray as my eyes gaze over the city. The rooftop has a beautiful view since we're close to the city center and I'm able to see the Eiffel Tower very clearly from where I'm at. I'm really gonna miss this place when I go back home, especially this view... I murmur to myself reminiscing about our time here. The croissants too! I giggle as I take another puff of smoke. Let's just pray I can get through this without becoming a bloody basket case! I curse to myself as I put out my cigarette. At the same time the door from the staircase slams open, and Rebekah comes storming to my side as she sputters out of breath.

'I looked everywhere for you! Isobel is here with the dresses.'

'Yeah sorry, I needed a smoke to calm down my nerves...'