Story begins at http://geets13.blogspot.in/2011/10/heights-of-love-prelude.html
Mel snapped her out of it with the “hey, stop day dreaming about Adam already!” Grata blinked her eyes. She felt a bit queasy and sat down. “You alright?” asked Mel… “ummm.. could you tell Henry that I will meet him directly” mumbled Grata.. “wait, ill text him myself… I’ve got to get ready and I’ll catch you later” she announced loudly and disappeared for a shower leaving Mel absolutely confused. By the time she was out, Mel was long gone. She took out the beautiful champagne backless she had bought for that special occasion and lay it on the bed. She dropped her bathrobe and had a good look at herself in the mirror. She smiled!
As she sat in front of the mirror and carefully applied her foundation… she realized that she was still smiling… not good for the creases… “no smiling till the foundation sets in” she rebuked herself out loud.. She generally went for the el natural look mostly.. but today she fancied the fushia blush and the gold dust for the eye shadow. She even went ahead and contoured her face, highlighted her cheek bones. She realized that a lot was going on with her eyes, yet she went ahead and wore those red lips that made her absolutely irresistible. She wore her hair up in that lady like bun; even more irresistible, she thought to herself. She was going for it all, she was going for the kill! She took out those Gold heels from their safe keeping box that gold rhine stone studded cltch. She opened her wardrobe once again and grabbed her bright red stole. Then she decided to ditch her diamonds and wear the ruby danglers and a quick fast drying bright red varnish. The look was complete and she made a dash.
She was restless… she tapped her way through the 4 stations before she finally got off at Leicester Square. It was 7:24PM when she was outside Missle. Fine she was a little early, she walked in… she felt the earth trembling… it was she who was shivering though… It’s okay.. you have 5 minutes to compose yourself… She smiled at the usher and was about to say table for two to the ladies at the front desk when one of the women smiled at her and said this way through, sir is already here. May I take your stole madam? Grata declined the offer and held tightly to her stole. Why is this place empty? Fine, Missle was relatively expensive, but people loved eating out on a Saturday evening. It was next to impossible to find a place empty on a sunny day as such anyway, plus, it was a Saturday. Where are all the people?
Adam was on to something big… It hit her like a tide then… he has been watching me.. he had to know that I was Starbucks already. You cannot get a place like this empty at 7:30PM on a sunny Saturday… he had planned this… how weird was this… she followed in quietly and saw Adam waiting near the sunniest window.. standing tall.. and breath taking as always… he even wore a black suit and the whitest shirt… She dropped the stole to compliment him and his jaw dropped in awe for a second before he composed himself. That moment was made for a photo still, not a 3X5”, but a full length portrait canvas sorta way!
THE STORY CONTINUES . . . http://geets13.blogspot.co.uk/2016/07/heights-of-love-clarity.html