Paris had arrived at the train station. She wiped away her tears and bought a ticket to go to Washington. Within half an hour the train was ready. Paris got into the train and soon it started off. Along the way, she cried, hurt that her own sister betray her. She couldn't wait to find Greyson and cry in his arms. He was the only man that made her feel loved but in the end, she foolishly made Archer ruin things for her.She grew tired of crying, she was exhausted and slept along the way.The train stopped and Paris's eyes opened. She had reached. She stood and looked through the window at the new surrounding she was in while everyone passed her exiting the train. She finally made her way out and stopped at the entrance of the train station unsure of what move to make now.Paris watched as the passenger who was on the train with her got into their carriage and drove off. It seemed they had their personal coachman who was waiting on them. Everyone seemed to."Excuse me," Paris stopped a
When Paris entered Greyson's large home for the first, she was appalled to see her pet Kitten, Archie. Greyson was taking care of him. Paris dwelled with Greyson in his home at Logan Circle for 6 months, before they became wife and husband. They were waiting on the divorce to be finalized with Archer. During the waiting process, Paris lived a happy life with Greyson. Greyson treated her like a queen and introduced her to his family. Greyson's mom loved Paris and thought her to be a great match for her son. Paris felt so welcome by them. Everlee wrote Paris numerous times begging her for forgiveness and that she and Archer are not together. Paris would ignore her letters, not wanting to have anything to do with her. Before Paris and Greyson got married. Paris wanted to inform her mother Mr. and Mrs. Poppy first and to get their blessing. They were so happy when they saw Paris but surprised to discover that she was no longer with Archer and with Greyson. After Paris told them everythi
"Of all the females within my family, why I'm I the only one punish with this awfully looking hair?" protested Paris, as she held a loose strand of her long, curly, red hair, scornfully, gazing at it with great disappointment. She hated her hair so badly that her heart ached every day to look at herself in her mirror and to touch it. She wished she had another color of hair, instead of her red hair, she considered to look like a white mop utterly stained by blood or red polish. Paris thought nothing of her hair other than unattractive. Sadly, neither of her parents had red hair. Her father had brown hair, and her mother was blonde. She had her father's bright blue eyes though, but sadly that was only the physical feature she had managed to inherit from one of her parents. Her mother had once informed her she had gotten her bright red hair from her great, great, great grandfather. Paris didn't care and hated it even more. She considered it the ugliest color of human hair and there's n
"I've got to go”, Archer got out of bed, naked, reaching for his pant. "So early," Blair complained, as she sat up, holding the white sheet across her bosom, hiding her nakedness. "Yes, I have some family business I was told I needed to attend, I can't miss it," he told her as he started to button his shirt. "I wish you could stay longer," Blair pouted. Archer admired her disappointed face which looked so cute to him. He leaned to kiss her. "Your 1000 pounds is on the bedside table, and I promise I'll come to see you tonight," His rough voice that was pleasing to hear by all women whispered in her right ear. She kissed him happily. Blair is his first and only sex worker, a very attractive green eyes and dark hair 18-year-old, he found out was a virgin and it was her first time working at a brothel. He later learned her story, after turning 18 she had to leave the orphanage she grew up in, and not having any experience in the working world this was the only job she could get. "F
Paris's eyes opened slowly, and she found herself lying in her bed. "You're finally awakened," she heard her mother's voice. Her eyes searched the room and there she saw her mother sitting by the window. "It was not a dream," Paris said worried, realizing what had happened today was true. "Tomorrow, I'll be following you to get some new dresses to look beautiful for your soon-to-be husband and also a stylish hairstyle," her mother told her as she got up from the chair, leaving the room. "Mom," Paris jumped out of bed stopping her. "Who says once he looks at me, he'll want me to be his wife?" Paris asked worriedly. High school days Paris had been ignored and scorned many times by boys because of her hair and worst her face too, which was filled with freckles. Paris believed her face wasn't beautiful as well, she believed her face looked like a piece of stained white cloth. "He'll love you when I help you beautifully dress and showing a little skin, said Mrs. Rose. So, stop being
Everlee stared through the window of the carriage nervously. She wished badly; she didn’t accept to have lunch with Mr. Fredrick this evening. She should have been on the first train to Greenfield, but that was another issue bothering her. Leaving home without Mr. and Mrs. Poppy's knowledge after they had taken her in and raised her as their own when her mom had passed away, she felt so bad for disappointing them. She knew returning home today will not be easy facing any of them. She feared they will never forgive her, and she'll return to New York lonely, no longer having them within her life. Everlee wanted to regret what she did to them, but she couldn't. Leaving home to NY was the best thing she had done. If she never did, she would never be who she was today, an art teacher, an independent and ambitious lady. She just hoped they will forgive her that's if she does take the last and second train to Greenfield. Going out on a lunch date with Mr. Fredrick was a way for her to cancel
Last night Paris barely slept. She turned and twisted in bed, anxiously waiting to be rejected by the suitor. The morning she was so tired and barely had the energy to get out of bed to get ready for work. Today is the day I'll be humiliated by the stranger after he sees me, she thought sadly. Tears filled her eyes thinking about being shoved aside just as she had been treated in the past at her high school dance. Every girl had someone to dance with, even those who just came to the dance hoping someone would ask them for a dance. Paris thought she would luckily be in the same position as them, but no one asked her for a dance. The entire night she stood at the corner watching every female smiling happily with their dates and enjoying themself. It was the most painful time of her life. Paris fell to the floor crying, before she could reach the bathroom to get a quick shower. Her mom entered her room. "What is wrong Paris?" she asked worriedly. "I don't want to be rejected by him,
"I wish I had written in the letter as well for dad to pick me up," Everlee argued with herself for being so foolish not to do so. She was now standing at the train station in Greenfield having no ride to take her home with a heavy suitcase that was now hurting her hand. Everlee was so used to dwelling in New York and being able to get rides no matter wherever she goes, she totally forgot how Greenfield worked. Greenfield was a country area and had no transportation like, in New York. Everyone here had their own horse and carriage to go wherever they needed to go, which sucks badly for Everlee now. She was stuck at the train station with no transportation to go home. I guess I'll have to walk and hopefully, someone going my way could kindly give me a ride, Everlee thought as she pulled her heavy suitcase behind her. She walked carefully along the road trying to ignore pulling her suitcase in any mud. Returning to Greenfield made her appreciate the day she secretly left home. Greenfi