She's America's sweetheart. He's a world famous musician, translating personal heartbreak to golden lyrics. A serendipitous encounter along the coast of Cannes sparks a passionate and unexpected romance that will leave the world in awe.
"I loved yo...
She's a little princess, fast, fast asleep in her little carriage that rests in the center of the living room. Dinner is a success, filling our famished stomachs perfectly, satisfying all taste buds and cravings in the process. Prior to serving dessert, I decide to make some coffee and of course, tea in order to suit all preferences. Standing in the kitchen, I'm lost in thought, trying not to think of the man I adore and the way he smiled so largely and genuinely the minute Aurora came into the room. He couldn't help himself, kissing her cheeks softly, witnessing the happiness on her face in return. And I know, this is just the way that he is as a person. He's soft, kind, and pure with no bad bone in his body. Which is why it pains me to think that I could potentially hold him back in any shape or form. As if hearing the thoughts reeling through my mind, he spins me around, providing me with a wonderful and passionate kiss on my mouth. I'm a little taken back, especially since my mother is in the same room, yet he doesn't seem to mind showcasing any admiration. It's not like him, however, when he pulls away, his eyes are telling a different story.
"Don't think like that little darling," he whispers into my ear.
"Like what?"
"You know, I know you far too well. You were upset earlier."
"I'm not upset, just a little sad is all."
"There's no reason to be sad. We're past that, remember?"
"I know, you're right."
One more kiss is placed as he pours some cream and sugar into the cups per request, taking the tray to offer my mother a drink. I follow pursuit, holding a decadent serving of chocolate cake with salted caramel filling. The three of us sit on the couch, rather comfortable now as the evening has carried on. My mother, dressed in her finest Chanel, glances over at the man that holds my heart before looking at me with genuine approval. I know she notices the way he brushes his hand smoothly over mine, wanting to keep me close, wanting to provide me safety in such a huge and constant world. I lean into him, feeling at ease as my head rests against his shoulder.
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