Andre Louis sat quietly in the library. His butler, James, was standing tiếp theo to him with a phone on a silver platter. It have been half and giờ since his mom called him and explained that they were not coming trang chủ in time for Christmas.
His parents have been in Italy for 3 months. They only called about twice a month.
"James," đã đưa ý kiến Andre, "We may need to make other arrangements for giáng sinh this year. hủy bỏ all of the decorations and bữa tối, bữa ăn tối parties. Tonight, i will take a walk. Make sure Katy is in giường on time."
Andre did not want toshow his misery over the news. He was looking phía trước, chuyển tiếp to spending time with his parents. He had not spent one giáng sinh with his parents since he was 15. He is 22 now.
Katy has it much worse. She was only 3 and she really missess their parents. He would not be able to stand too see the tears once Katy found out.
Grabbing a coat, gloves, and boots, Andre stepped out in the cold December night. He was hoping the cold would make him feell better.
Everywhere he looked he saw people dancing, singing, and enjoying the night.
A huge crowd was gathered around this one singer. Andre became fascinated with her voice and once he pushed his way through the crown, the fascination grew.
She was stunning with her head full of golden, brown curls and lovely carmel colored skin. The woman was extraordinary but she was poor and his people didn't mix with their people, the poor kind.
"Please stay an toàn, két an toàn and have a wonderful Christmas!" She picked up the hat bởi her feet and counted the change.
Andre walked away without saying a word to the girl. Even though she never left his mind, he didn't once go back.
He walked everywhere and anywhere he could go. the beautfiul girl controlled his mind and thoughts for the rest of the evening. Her voice replaued the song she had sung, but he refused to talk to her. She was a civilian. A normal girl without tons of money. Besides he was already engaged to Cynthia.
It was giáng sinh ngày and Katy ahd insisted that there should be a party filled with friends. They family was just thier mom and dad and they were stuck in Italy.
Andre was wrapped up in the arms of Cynthia. She was the daught of a very famous designer. Her parents were known for creating amazing clothes. Cynthia was also beautiful.
She ahd long dark brown haira and dark Sô cô la skin that matched Andre's color. She ahd big, hazel colored eyes and a tim, trái tim shaped head. Too bad she was only pretty on the outside. On the inside, she was a demon. Andre only agreed to marry her because of her wealth. He did not have a real attraction to her.
"Can bạn believe how many people showed up?" Cynthia was astonished that Andre was able to invite almost the entire town. "Even the mayor is here and he rarely goes out!"
"I should have warned James about the guest. We might run out of food," đã đưa ý kiến Andre.
"then go check," urged Cynthia as she gently shoved him away.
Andre made his way to the kitchen. He had to push and shove his way off of the dance floor. The people of Chicago really loved to party.
In the phòng bếp, nhà bếp was the woman he had met last night. She was looking lovely in her white ball gown. She was taking tiny sips of her water and staring out of the phòng bếp, nhà bếp window. She ahd a faraway look in her eyes.
"May I help you?" Andre asked as politely as he could.
She jumped a bit in her heels. "Oh, no thank you."
"What are bạn doing in here?" he tried to ignore the mesmerizing brown eyes. "All guest are suppose to remain in the living room."
"Sorry," she blushed. "I was looking for Luke and I ended up here. I am so sorry."
She was about to exit the kitched when Andre grabbed her arm. She turned and faced him. All doubts in his mind evaportaed.
"May I have this dance?"
The End
