Blair" Dimitri, are we only going to spend two days at your parent’s house? " I asked as I sorted through the clothes to put in the suitcase we would share for the weekend." Yes, you can take that dress," he pointed to a short flowered dress as he stopped beside me at the closet door. " This one? " I took it apart." Yes, I've never seen you wear it," he smiled.I smoothed the fabric, trying to remember the last time I wore it, definitely before I met Dimitri. " Are we going out? You didn't say anything to me.”" It's my mother's birthday, maybe we'll go to a restaurant, or maybe do something at home," he separated two shirts.That's when I remembered his little burst of post-morphine sincerity almost two months ago. " Is your sister going to cook?” " I don't know," he pondered, reaching over to grab his suitcase from the top shelf of the closet.A few weeks ago I would have called him out for that kind of effort, but I had to realize that I couldn't lock him in a bubble after w
Blair" They only returned my cell phone after I put on the dress. You should have seen the look on Dimitri's face when he answered the call and saw me in my wedding dress," I reported to the women of the Voitovich family. We were all in my mother-in-law's kitchen preparing lunch, or rather, my mother-in-law and Katia prepared lunch while Masha pretended to do something and I was forbidden to go near any food, it seems that the avocado salad story really scared them." And how did Dimitri react? " Katia asked as the others laughed." To help, he said in front of all my friends that despite my insistence on the subject, he would not marry me," they laughed even harder." It's just like my brother to do that," Masha assured, grabbing a pot of fresh mushrooms for her mother." He loved to tell everyone I knew that I was trying to convince him to get married. I swear I came close to strangling your son at least four times," I confided to Joanne.My mother-in-law motioned for me to get up
DimitriThe noise of the shower started to sound in the bathroom of the room, causing me to breathe a relieved breath before I snuck out of the room, fiddling with my cell phone in an attempt to find out if everything was going according to plan, without being able to find out anything, since we had agreed that I wouldn't deal with anything directly so that Blair wouldn't find out if he fiddled with my cell phone.I went to Masha's room, which was next door to the room we always occupied when we visited my parents, and knocked on the door, being greeted by my sister still in her robe and with a towel around her wet hair." What do you want now, Dimulya? " she rolled her eyes." Is everything all right? Someone said…”" Can you stop worrying? I told you everything will be fine," Masha complained at my insistence on the subject.But I couldn't help it, I was anxious and wanted everything to be perfect that night. It had been two weeks since I had officially asked Blair to marry me, and
Blair Taking advantage of Dimitri getting into the shower, I grabbed everything I would need to get ready, leaving the room, heading toward my sister-in-law's door. I knocked, expecting her to answer, surprising myself to hear her angry voice as soon as she approached. " Dimulya, I swear to God, if you don't leave me alone..." She opened the door in a burst, shutting herself up when she saw me. " Am I in the way of some imaginary fight between Siblings? " I frowned, staring at the girl who was wearing a robe with a red heart print on a pink background and loose hair. " Sorry, it's a... sibling thing," she said, "Do you need anything?” " Any chance you could help me get ready? " I forced a smile. " Come in," Masha smiled, taking my hand and pulling me inside. " I bought this dress the last time I was in Paris and didn't get a chance to wear it." I walked over to her bed, where a gray nude sleeved dress embroidered with some stones lay, putting the coverlet on where I carried my
BlairThe alarm clock went off, causing me to roll over in bed still shrouded in the darkness of the night. I took a deep breath before reaching for my cell phone on the bedside table.Two in the morning.I flicked on the lamp, then got up. I had no time to lose, in a little over an hour I was supposed to meet the flight crew that would be accompanying me on the flight.I went straight to the bathroom, putting the audio lesson on while I showered. " Excusez-moi, je dois vous laissez," I repeated after the mechanical voice coming from the cell phone. What was I thinking when I decided to learn French on my own? I could afford a teacher. After a few minutes of allowing the hot water to run all over my body, I got out and began to devote my time to the task that always required attention. There were so many details that I had to pay attention to in order to achieve the perfection that my profession demanded." Vous pourriez me donner votre numéro téléphone... " I repeated as I brushe
BlairI hurried into the Briefing room where the flight crew was assembled. This kind of meeting was common and necessary, as we often met the crew only an hour before boarding. " You're late," Frank Carson, the captain, with whom I had flown a few times before, warned me as soon as I entered." I had a little accident on the way, I'm sorry," I offered with a warm smile, using all the diplomacy I have been forced to learn since I chose this profession." Go meet the rest of the crew," he nodded, letting my little slip slip slip.I followed his directions, and a little less than an hour later I was greeting the boarding passengers.I loved this job, it was much more than flying, it was as if for a few hours I was some sort of diplomat, trained to ensure the comfort and safety of all passengers on the aircraft.As soon as everyone was seated and the captain activated the door locks, I and a few other flight attendants began to perform the safety demonstrations before take-off. I felt
BlairWe got back to the apartment in the late morning, and soon I was sitting on the balcony, looking at the view opening up in front of me.Not for the first time, I found myself thinking about what my life would be like if I moved to Istanbul, tried a transfer, or something like that. But at the same time it was hard to think about leaving my whole life behind like that, all my friends were in New Jersey, my apartment, everything. And besides, I seriously doubted whether I could get used to the conservative customs of that country. It was one thing to visit my parents there, but it was another thing to start living under that culture." Is there a problem? " Yusef asked, sitting down next to me." No, none at all," I smiled before looking down at a package in his hands, "what is it?”" I bought it last week at the big bazaar when I heard you were coming," he reported, placing the package on my legs.I busied myself in tearing open the package under the man's watchful eye, and then
DimitriIt was almost midnight and I was walking through the halls of my building dragging my suitcase. After a long thirteen hour flight I was glad to be home, walking into the apartment, I carried my suitcase into the bedroom and headed for the shower.When I got out I picked up my cell phone and went into the living room, settling down on the couch before noting the message from Blair wishing me a good flight. After I had called her two days ago, the two of us had been texting each other constantly. It was nothing major, I was just bored at the hotel on Wednesday night and asked her for directions to a bar, which she promptly answered, and I ended the night watching Wednesday Night Hockey at a sports bar near the hotel.After that, we started talking regularly. Blair entertained me with her routine in Istanbul, and when she heard that I was going back to St. Petersburg she wished me a good trip and I couldn't help but reciprocate, knowing that she would be boarding a few hours lat