Guillaume, Her French Husband

“See you back at the villa?” he asked as she made her way to the door.

“Sure. I’ll come to your room when I’m done talking to Myka,” she said.

“I’ll be waiting,” he said as she got out.

He didn’t know why but for some reason, he was not as happy as a newly engaged man should have been.

*****

Lara

As she made her way back to the villa, Lara had been thinking of what had just happened.

For starters, she was engaged. And it was freaking her out. Should she have declined?

“But I do want to be with him. I do want to spend the rest of my life with him,” she thought.

Then if that was the case, why did she feel so….weird?

“Hey,” Myka said when she walked into the villa. “Did Guillaume tell you?” she asked and Lara nodded.

“I honestly didn’t think you wrote music already,” she said as they walked to the kitchen.

Myka shrugged.

“It was just something that came to me and he liked it…and that was that.”

Lara smiled and nodded.

“That was beautiful…very, very beautiful,” she said.

“And I am going to get paid for it too,” Myka said excitedly. “How cool is that?”

Lara laughed.

“I guess that‘s pretty cool,” she said in a soft voice. “Maybe I can start expecting you to take me out to dinner now?”

Myka shrugged.

“Maybe Chinese…and a pizza before we figure out if I am going to get another job.”

“Hey, your school work still comes first,” Lara pointed out as she looked at Myka.

“I would expect nothing less, big sister.”

Lara smiled and took a long deep breath.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about something,” she started as she sat down. “Something about me and Guillaume.”

Myka frowned.

“Did something happen?” she asked and Lara nodded.

“But it is not something bad…it is just something that needs an adjustment or whatever,” Lara explained and Myka smiled.

“Wait…you guys got a bun in the oven? Already?” she asked and Lara frowned.

“What? No!” she said shaking her head. “It is something entirely different.”

“Okay,” Myka said as her sister put the ring on the table. “What is happening?” she asked.

“Guillaume gave me this earlier tonight. He asked me to marry him,” Lara explained and Myka looked at her.

“You said no?” she asked and Lara took a long deep breath.

“No, I said yes,” she said in a soft voice.

“So, why isn’t the ring on your finger then?” Myka asked and Lara bit her lower lip.

“Because I wanted to talk to you first. I didn’t want you to just find out on the grapevine or anything.”

Myka looked at her as she put on the ring.

“That is a beautiful ring,” she said. “And he got your birthstone. That is so sweet.”

Lara smiled.

“It is, isn’t it?” she said and Myka nodded. “But you know that means that I might have to move here, right?” Lara asked.

“And what is so bad about that?” Myka asked.

“I have to uproot you from the life you know and love just because I want to be with the man I love and…” her voice trailed off when Myka put a hand on her sister’s.

“I have never seen you this happy, Lara. And if Guillaume makes you happy then I will only be so happy to be the one who gives up everything to make you happy,” she said.

“What are you trying to say?” Lara asked.

“I will help you plan the wedding,” Myka said. “Immediately. Because I know that I have never seen you this happy, ever.”

After talking to Myka, Lara slowly made her way to Guillaume’s room. She could not wait to give him the news of how they already had a wedding planner. But the minute she opened the bedroom door, she knew that something was off just by the way Guillaume was looking at her.

“Hey,” she said as she walked towards him. “Everything okay?”

He shrugged and put his phone down next to him.

“I might not be able to leave just yet,” he said and she shook her head.

“Why not?” she asked.

“I just got a rush job…a docudrama. Everything is set up, they just need a set and a director which points to this guy,” he said as she walked up to him

“For how long?” she asked and he shrugged.

“Just a couple of weeks. I’ll be working with Lucienne Moreau,” he said and the minute he said that name, she felt a chill go down her spine. Lucienne Moreau was a beautiful actress, she was a s*x symbol well known to get her way by flirting with anyone and everyone.

She sat down next to him and sighed loudly.

“Just hold me baby,” she whispered and they lay in bed together, his arm around her.