Chapter 3
Emily POV
Sitting on the plane has been a pain. My lower back is killing me. I love flying but sitting in one position is a pain in the ass, literally. I usually sit in first class with my boss. It is way more comfortable. Perhaps I need to upgrade to first class on my way back. The fact that the plane ride was more than 15 hours might have been an indication that I was going to be in pain.
This morning when I arrived at the airport, I had to exchange my extra ticket for some flying credit. It will come in handy in the future.
The plane finally lands in Paris. This was my favourite vacation spot back when my parents were still alive. I stopped when I got married. For some or other reason, Damian never wanted to leave the country. He always had an excuse when I wanted to travel for our vacation. This was somewhat of a good thing since we always vacationed in our home country, South Africa.
Most of the time I only travelled overseas for my work.
I looked around looking around for an open taxi. This brings back so many memories of my parents.
Taxis are already littered outside in the street. I hailed one down and gave the driver the hotel name.
Most of the local people speak french, but luckily we started learning French when we were young. My parents made sure we could interact with the local people where ever we go.
Right now I can speak French, Italian and Spanish.
The driver dropped me off in front of the hotel.
I looked around and my heart started to ache once again. This was supposed to be a new start for me, but the anger and heartache just keep on coming back, over and over again.
I need to keep myself busy. I cannot keep thinking about Damian.
My anger burst out when I walked into the room I booked for us.
They lay down a heart with rose petals on the linen, There is also champagne on the bedside table. I ran forward and started ripping the bedsheet from the bed. I screamed out my anguish until there is nothing left.
I feel numb as I slid down the bedpost towards the floor. I lay down and the bedsheet until my eyes close involuntarily and I fall into a dreamless sleep.
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I wake up feeling stiff. I do not know why I thought sleeping on the floor was a good idea. I am still tired. I have not had a good night of sleep since everything went down.
I walk to the bathroom and do my daily routine. The warm water helps with my sore muscles.
I finally made my way out of the hotel and into the fresh air. I planned out my vacation inside my head while I was in the shower.
My first stop is at the Louvre Museum. The best way to forget what is happening is to do things that occupy my thoughts.
It is just after ten when I finally submerged in the Museum. I have been here a thousand times and still, the beauty of the place gets me every time.
I walk around aimlessly. I go into some of the shops if I see something that I like, but that is not a lot.
The good thing about growing up with my parents is that we were always window shopping, so I do not have any need to buy everything that I see.
This always made Damian so angry. He called me cheap because I didn't really spend money unless I absolutely had to. He was the type of person to spend all his money, as soon as it landed in his bank account.
I let out a sigh of frustration. Why do my thoughts always return to that bastard? I hail a cab with a plan of action. If I cannot control my thoughts, I am going to drink myself into oblivion.
I hail a cab and went to one of the high-end clothing stores in Paris. I didn't pack anything remotely appropriate to go to a nightclub with.
It took me more than four hours before I found the perfect dress for me. It was ruby red with triangles cut out just below the ribs. I also bought myself black high heels that do wonders for my legs.
For the first time in almost four years, I feel sexy.
I paid for the dress and shoes and made my way over to a hair salon not too far from the shop.
I asked for a total makeover. I think it is time for a change. I've had my hair in the exact same style since high school. I just hope my father can forgive me.
When I walked out, I felt like a completely new person. My hair was cut just below my ear. Samantha, the lady that helped me even did my make-up for me. I did give her an extra big tip.
Back in the cab, I asked the driver to take me to the closest club in this area. Time to have some fun.