It was just a few days ago Amy had been thinking about the freedom ahead of her and the joy of making her own decisions. She ought to have felt happy on this day, her wedding day, but she felt sad. She was not even angry at her parents and neither was she nervous. She just felt sad for herself. This didn't feel right to her. She didn't even get the opportunity to even choose the song she'd walk down the aisle with. When she had told her mother she wanted 'Perfect' played when she walked down the aisle, her mom had said "Darling, I don't even know the song. How much more the guests. And you know a lot old respectable personalities would be present." And just like that her choice had been brushed off. Who cared about those guests. She didn't even know them. She sighed and wiped the tears that had fallen. She was glad her make up hadn't been done yet. She had asked the bridal stylists to excuse her the moment they arrived because she was still in her morning robe. If there was any wa
Amy sat opposite Reynolds on the private jet which belonged to the Bennet family. Reynolds was immersed in whatever he was doing on his tablet that he had not even spared her a glance ever since they got on the plane. Unlike him, Amy did not know what to do to keep her busy. Her phone had died so she had put it on charge. She didn't like to use it whiles it charged. She had read somewhere that it was unhealthy. Her mind suddenly wandered to how they would spend the night. Though to both of them this marriage was just a mere contract, would he ask that she performed her wifely duties? She shook her head at that. Reynolds wasn't that kind of man. She could tell that much. But would they have to sleep on the same bed because that would be very uncomfortable for her. She had never shared a bed with anyone. She only hoped his father had booked a room with a separate bed. Maybe if she was lucky she would get a separate room. What was she thinking? His father would not book a separate roo
Amy was finishing up her breakfast when she heard the water stop running in the bathroom. She wiped her mouth with the napkin and stood up. She moved to the large closet and opened it. Seeing as Reynolds had ordered food for her this morning, he must've ordered them to unpack their bags and arrange their clothes in the closet. That was thoughtful of him and she was grateful. Living out of her suitcases was already becoming a thorn in the flesh. Her face turned red as she imagined that the workers must've seen those flimsy nightwears. She chose a pair of white heels to match her top. She closed the closet and watched as Reynolds got out from the bathroom. Amy was astounded by how a man could look that good in anything he wore. Reynolds was devastatingly handsome. He was dressed in a blue button down and a pair of jeans. He wore a casual outfit better than most models did on the runway. He walked to the closet where she stood. He opened his side and picked out an Armani watch. He put
Amy did her best to hold in her laughter. The whole situation was hilarious. She had expected her day to be eventful but she hadn't expected it to begin the way it did. She just hoped Reynolds was not aggravated enough to back out from showing her around. "You sure must find that funny as she took a liking to you and not me." Reynolds said and that was when Amy realized she was grinning widely. So much for reigning her laughter in. "She definitely didn't like you," she giggled. The old woman definitely did not like him,given that she had taken her granddaughter's scolding better than she had Reynolds'. "We'll visit Parfumerie Fragonard first as that is closer. Shall we?" He asked. Amy noticed the impeccable way he pronounced the French words. "Yes, we shall." She was more than happy that the previous happenings had not made him change his mind about touring the place together. They walked for a short distance till they reached a building with 'Parfumerie Fragonard' written boldly on
"Thanks for showing me around today," Amy flashed him a grateful smile. They had just arrived from their tour. Amy was spent and delighted. She felt fulfilled from the day's activities. From the start of the day when they encountered the old lady, she knew she'd have a good time the rest of the day. "Glad I could be of help," Reynolds answered. "As we have a few more days to spend, is there anything else you'd like to do?" He asked. In her entire life no one asked her what she wanted. But with Reynolds, it was like he knew what she wanted. And it made her stomach flutter and her heart beat rapidly. "If there is an amusement park around, I'd like to visit," she replied.Hopefully there was one here in Grasse. She had never been to an amusement park. Not even when she was a child. It had been a pain to hear as a kid when her classmates talked about visiting amusement parks with their families. Her dad claimed it was no place for a young lady of her status and class. And besides she h
It was breezy, perfect for an evening on a balcony. Amy took a deep breath as she stepped onto the balcony, resting one hand on the rail while the other held her glass. The breeze blew on her face and neck, and she wished she was wearing a much freer dress to feel it on all parts of her skin. Not that she minded the dress, it was after all a beautiful piece. Her mother had impeccable taste, leaving her with three different options. This dress had been her choice. She was also glad she chose it because it had helped in selecting her indulgence for the night. There had been an array of drinks: wine, whiskey, all the likes. But she decided the moment she could see the color of her fabric in the slender glass, she wanted champagne. She loved that her drink and dress matched, it made her feel a certain kind of control.It had been quite suffocating in there, she thought to herself. The party, which was the anniversary of a company where her father was one of the major shareholders, was her
His name was Reynolds Bennet.His family was old money but from what she had learnt, he had taken on a different path for himself. What reason would he have to be willing to take on an arranged marriage? She wondered how her father made his list. Did he simply mark out sons who would serve useful to him or were they also families planning arranged marriages?There had not been much details on Reynolds Bennet except from the facts; aside from his family’s wealth, he was quite wealthy himself, and to have achieved that at his age, Amy was impressed. Though she realized his family’s name had to have helped. Also, he’d had just a single public relationship. She was not a fool to believe that meant he had been celibate all these while. If he had any dirty deals, he hid them well because there was nothing shady to learn about him. As a matter of fact, she came to a realization that he was the perfect candidate. He seemed okay but what if it was all just a façade and he was something devious
Amy sat at the vanity absently combing through her hair as she stayed lost in thoughts.Was this it? Was she to have no choice in her life? Even with whom she was to spend the rest of her life with? Was she to marry someone she knew next to nothing about?Sure Reynolds was very handsome, she would have had to be blind not to see that. But looks were not the issue. What if he turned out too worse than her father, more controlling? Would he decide the very air she should breathe? He did not need to accept such a marriage. With his success alone he could have anyone he wanted, live his life the way he wanted. Something she could not do. She was duty bound to her family, her father; and she had no way out.How was there absolutely nothing she could use against him? Something she could use as an excuse to avoid the match. Though it might not have made a difference to her father, considering he was involved in some shady business as well. Amy was well aware of her father’s businesses des