My body is pressed against his.
Wiggling out of his tight grip feels like a workout. His big muscles are heavier than I thought.
I quietly grab my dress, bag, and my shoes from the floor, tiptoeing into the bathroom to change and get ready for the day.
The bathroom is small compared to the bedroom, but it’s in the same colors, shades, and theme. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes widening as I see what my hair looks like. Someone slept well... My hair is a mess.
Grabbing one of the curls from my head, I feel something wet. “Is that saliva? Did I drool?”It comes out as a whisper for only me to hear.
I slip out of Ector’s black hoodie and put on my dress. It’s not the easiest to tie the corset alone, but I manage. Putting on my shoes, I tie them around my legs and place my bag over my shoulder.
Feeling ready, I quietly walk out of the bathroom. “Sorry, Ector. I need to write that letter for my mother before she goes insane.” I whisper even though he’s fully asleep.
Entering the hallway, the apricot carpet comes into view. With every step I take, more nervousness enters me. What if he wakes up while I’m away?The thought is unbearable.What if he leaves without me?My panic spirals.
“Hi.” The sweet voice of a child echoes.
“Hi!” I smile back at her, my hand waving gently. She must be a guest here too.
It wasn’t too hard remembering the way back to the square, and as I arrived, I immediately started to look for a mailing office or a shop that sells paper and pens. It didn’t take long before my eyes spotted the tiny boutique further down the street.
I twist the round golden door knob, and step through the bright yellow double doors. As I step inside, my eyes search the tiny shop for letters and a pen, making me look like I’m lost and confused.
Suddenly, my eyes darted to a violet diary with moonlit silver details. This will be perfect for sending a letter, but also if I feel the need to write down some of my thoughts. Questioning myself, I wonder why I didn’t bring my diary with me, the one placed on my night stand at home.
Grabbing a glittery pink feather pencil, I start writing down my words on the first page in the beautiful book. Signing it “Love, Genevieve.”I add a small drawn tulip in the corner so my mother knows it’s truly from me and no one else.
Carefully, I rip out the page, folding it in the middle and preparing it to be put in an envelope.
Moving towards the counter, I put the letter in a sage leaf envelope with golden foil.
Reaching for the golden coins in my bag, I hand them over to the old man behind the desk, his eyes deeper than the bottom of an endless ocean.
As I beg the owner of the shop for the fastest delivery possible, a lump starts forming in my stomach from his brutal aura, warning me to leave immediately when we're done.
“That would be with Fast Fairy Mail.” He says with a dark voice.
“Perfect.” My nervousness shines through in my body language.
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Dear mother.
I’m sending you this because I do not want you to worry about me. I’m totally fine, I promise!
I’ll be back in a few days with a surprise for you.
And I am not doing this on my own, I have a friend by my side, so
don't worry about that either!
Love, Genevieve.
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On the way out of the shop, the idea of surprising Ector suddenly enters my mind. Surprises are something I’ve always loved, but mostly for others rather than myself. At least that’s what I make myself believe.
Following the street, walking back to the hotel, a small cafe namedThe Breakfast Basketcatches my eye. A dark wooden, rectangular door sits in the middle of the building, followed by big windows full of baskets with decorative food and baguettes hanging down.
