“Have a seat; Amanda will be in shortly to show you where to go.”
“Okay.” I say so quite I am surprised he heard me. I take a seat and wait patiently.
“Hello Alanna,” I hear a woman say as the door bursts open.
“How are you today?”
“A little confused,” I say,
“Why is that?”
“I have no idea why I am here.”
“Why dear, you are here to see your husband Adrian.”
“My husband, what when did that happen?”
With a loud bang, I jolt up out of the bed and I am awake once again. I fix my hair a little and I go over to the door, I open it to find a bellman waiting there with a trolley for my suitcases.
“All ready to go miss?”
“Is it that time already?”
“Yes I am afraid so miss.”
“Then come on in, I will just get my bags, I won’t be a second.”
I go into the bathroom and pick up a few of the hair products, my toothbrush etc. I throw them into my wash bag and head out the room, all the while I cannot get that dream out of my head. I cannot believe I dreamt that Adrian Black was my husband, of all things how random. Still it was a dream that I did not want to wake from. I hand over all my suitcases to the bellman and check over the room in case I left anything behind. On the table, I can see the first bouquet of flowers and next to it the second, and there laying on the bed I see the single red rose that got me all flustered that I almost couldn’t see. I take one good long look out the window, where I was so sure that I saw Adrian Black. I close my eyes for a second and think back on his words.
“Remember me.” The one thing I was sure of was that I always would.
My dad, Julian and I all share a car to the airport.
“Did you enjoy London?” My dad asks.
“Yes.” I say.
” You look a little sad sweetie is there something wrong?”
“No nothing’s wrong, I am just a little sad that we have to go home now that’s all.”
“I know it was just a flying visit but London will always be here you can always come back you know?” My dad says in a sympathetic tone.
“I know but there is just something about now in London, that feels it may never be the same a second time you know?”
“I can’t say that I do but I am pleased you enjoyed it Even if you don’t want to come home with me,” My dad says with a little smile. I let out a giggle and grab my dad’s hand.
“Thanks for an amazing trip.”
Eleven
I am now home and back to reality. Last night Sophie and I stayed up late talking about my trip and looking through pictures of London. Sophie was saying how much she wished she were there. All I could think of was that night when I first saw Adrian Black. The way I was so mesmerized by his looks, the cool aura of his presence will stay with me forever.
“Alanna you ready?”
“Yes,” I say feeling so tired that I wish I did not have to go into the city. However, I really cannot put it off any longer. Sophie and I have to go to Columbia and pick up our class schedules for next semester. When we arrive, I go straight to the main office and ask for mine, but Sophie does not, she gets distracted by some girl and stands for ages discussing god knows what.
“Sophie.” I say a little too loudly, she turns around with a look of shock one her face. She turns back to the girl, says something, and starts to walk over to me.
“Alanna what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say quietly.
“Come on Alanna you all most brought the roof down I know there is something up?”
“I guess I am a little tired,” I say feeling guilty after my outburst.
“Sorry Alanna I should have guessed, you had a long flight and you never slept much last night, I am sorry for dragging you along today.”
“Never mind,” I say as I link into Sophie and we head for the main office once again. I wait outside as Sophie goes into the office.
“Alanna,” I hear someone shout.
“Alanna,” I hear again. I turn around to find Marco standing there.
“Oh Alanna your home,”
“Yes Marco here I am.”
“How was your trip?” He asks, and I cannot help but wonder is he fishing to see if I know that he sent the gifts?
“Yes it was great Marco and yours?”
“Same old, nothing over exciting,”
“It didn’t look that way from your photo Marco.”
“Oh right, that was just another day at the beach for me,”
“Alanna.” Marco says again giving me no time to reply to his previous comment. “Have you thought any about what I said to you before the New Year?”
“Marco,” I say in a soft tone. “I can’t say that I have, I think it would be better if you know now, that I don’t think of you that way.” I see his face drain of color so I start again, “if you want we can try to be friends.”