Three Thousand Miles To You(14)

Where am I? I am in a huge dark room filled with candles and slow soft music playing. There are paintings on the wall of some old aristocrats and a single table in the middle of the large room. A waiter takes my hand and leads me to the seat; he sits me down and pours me a glass of champagne. I turn around and there he is the same man I saw the other night at the gala. He is standing there in a dark blue suit his eyes almost alight. He sits down opposite me and I gaze towards him. He takes his glass holds it up to me and with a single movement, we clink the glasses together he whispers softly.

"To us”, and that was the first night I dreamt about Adrian Black.

I awake to the sound of Big Ben echoing through the city. I sit up on the bed and stare out at the walls within my room. I am reminded of the dream I had last night did I really dream about Adrian Black? Was it just one of those dreams where you think you know what you have dreamt but really, it was something completely different? My mind just spins round thinking of him. I reach over and grab my phone to check for any emails but there is none. Unaware I open up my internet browser on my phone I quickly type in Google and I think that maybe there is more information about him on the internet. I type in his name and hit search. Many Adrian Black’s pop onto the screen, from a doctor to an actor, but then finally, Adrian Black businessperson. That must be him; I open up the page and wait for my phone to load. Finally, it opens and right there in black and white I see him, with a dark navy pin stripped suit on his hair the same way as the other night, his eyes almost glowing, and his mouth broad and strong. I scroll down the page but all I see is stuff about business, his generous donations to the local orphanage. That came as quite a shock I never expected him to be the type to donate to charity. KNOCK! I jump off the bed and run to the door. As I open, I see another bellman, this time an older shorter fatter one than yesterday.

“Miss Hart?”

“Yes.”

“I have a delivery for you.”

This time it is not white roses but red and pink ones a huge bouquet much larger than the ones that came yesterday.

“Sir, are you sure these are for me?” I ask,

“Yes miss they are for you.”

“I don’t suppose you know who sent them do you?”

“No idea love but I think there is a card.”

I take the flowers from the man and sit them down onto the table next to the other ones. I turn and when the man goes to close the door, I hear him say,

“Maybe you have a secret admirer.”

I let out a little giggle and the door closes with a slight bang. I reach into the flowers to lift out the card I notice a little Black box. I reach in, grab it, and carefully begin to open it to see a pair of diamond studded earrings. I lean back trying to take all this in. I open the card and the words again like yesterday simply say,

“Enjoy.”

I sit on the bed trying to wrap my head round this. Why would someone send me flowers and most of all why would they send expensive diamond earrings? I am very bewildered by this. I hear another knock at the door and this time I hear my dad say,

“Lanna are you up yet.”

I go over open the door and let my dad in.

“Morning Dad.”

“Yes morning to you to, what’s all this” He says looking at the flowers.

“They came this morning I think it’s just a hotel thing.”

“I never received any?” He says looking suspicious.

“They maybe thought I’m here alone and wanted to be nice you know what hotels are like.”

I give him a little smile and quickly change the subject.

“What do you have on today?”

“That’s actually what I came to talk to you about, the meetings yesterday didn’t go so well we had to cut them short. The main company we tried to sell our products to, backed out at the last minute. However there is another office in talks today and I’m afraid I have meetings again all day.”

“I see.” I say little disappointed.

“Lanna I’m very sorry but I really don’t have any time to take you to all your favorite places and I feel so guilty because I know this has been your dream ever since you were a little girl. I am not able to share these memories with you.”

“Dad,” I say with a smile. “I understand really I do, it’s fine anyway I have met this girl and today we are going shopping so really I’m fine there is no need for all the guilt, I am having a wonderful time, really it couldn’t be better.”

“I’m glad you are having fun and that’s great you have a friend here and someone to share this with.” I smile at him and he gently squeezes my hand he gets up and heads out of the room.