Beau - [ Boo ]
Adj. Beautiful, Pretty, Handsome.
She found herself ever so bewildered by him. Every stroke his brush made on the rough canvas. The subtleties of his arm motion. The gestures he made. His facial expressions. His cool, calm demeanor. The intense green color of his eyes. He was captivating watch. It was like watching someone who lived in a realm only the truly talented could enter, giving an exquisite performance. She wished it would never end.
"Paris, Paris! Are you even listening to me?" Asked Alexia.
"Oh, sorry Al. I was distracted by the hot painter." Paris replied, as she chuckled.
"Hot painter? Where?"
"He's right over there, the one painting the...He's gone!" Paris exclaimed.
A brief moment of distraction, and he was lost in the crowd.
"Really? That's your best attempt at changing the subject?" Alexia asked, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"No, I'm not trying to change the subject. There really was a hot painter. Besides I've already made up my mind about leaving, Al." Paris replied.
"Must you? You're always compromising for him. And it pisses me off!" Alexia replied angrily.
"Well, you know I can't afford to disappoint dad any further. It's his Almer Mater. And I'm lucky he even let me study fine arts."
"Listen to yourself Paris! Just because he adopted you, doesn't mean he owns you!" Alexia yelled.
"Alexia! I know, I'm not his real daughter. But he's loved me my whole life. And he's never once treated me any differently, than he does his own children!" She yelled back.
"I'm sorry Paris, but you need to hear this. What he's shown you all these years wasn't love, it was possessiveness. He treated you like a damn object he could do as he pleased with! I can't believe you've put up with it for all these years, and still call it love?!" Said Alexia, fuming with emotion.
"Love? possessiveness? Honestly, i don't care what you call it anymore! I'm nineteen and I've never had a boyfriend. Do you have any idea how much I've longed for a man's touch? How often i've wondered how it feels to passionately share a kiss with the one you love? I know what compromise is Alexia! But I'd do it all over again, if it meant making him happy!" Paris said, as her eyes teared up.
Alexia could feel her best friend's pain. They'd been together for years. And she'd seen it all. The good, the bad and everything in between. She knew just how much Paris had suffered silently over the years. How she'd spent her whole life being compared to her "perfect" older sisters Or how she had to live with her father's no dating rule. The worst part was how she blindly followed his every command because she felt obliged to do so, as an adopted child.
Paris' only way of venting out, was through painting and music. From a young age, she was very artistic and could express even the most complex of emotions through her paintings and the musical pieces she played. However, due to her highly unconventional habit of improvising original pieces of classical music such as Ludwig van Beethoven's - Moonlight Sonata or Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's - Sonata in C Major, she was just shy of being called a musical prodigy.
*Note: These are two famous classical piano music pieces. 🎶
"Hey hot-stuff, you know I don't like it when you cry. I'm sorry if I upset you. I just can't stand how he keeps making you do stuff regardless of how you feel about it." Alexia said affectionately.
"I know babe. What would I do without a best friend like you? I'm gonna miss you so much!" Paris said as she hugged Alexia.
"Yeah...that's right best friend. nothing more Al" Alexia thought to herself as they hugged.
Paris. It always seemed like the perfect name choice for her. Named after a famous city, bright and vivid, just like she was. She loved her name. Until later on, when she found out that her birth mother was French. And they'd decided to name her Paris, in honor of the person who gave her to them.
"Why name me in honor of someone who abandoned me?" She'd ask, as tears rolled down her reddish-pink cheeks.
"She didn't abandon you sweetie. It was beyond her control. But if it was, she'd never have let you go." They'd tell her.
"I don't care! I hate her! I hate my name! I hate all of you grown-ups too!" She'd cry out.
Paris, had whitish-blonde hair, incredibly fair skin, a straight-edged nose, and piercing blue eyes that beamed of innocence and gave off hints of a somewhat naughty-mischievous side. she had a great body too, with all her curves in the right places. A gorgeous and incredibly attractive woman in the extreme.
Alexia, was the exact opposite of Paris. While Paris radiated beauty, innocence and naiveté, Alexia was wild, daring and sexy. She had a somewhat tomboyish air about her. She was a brunette with short neck-long hair. She had beautiful brown foxy eyes, full lips that were naturally reddish-pink, with a great body and a sexy Latin-American accent. Typical of a Colombian beauty.
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As he opened his eyes ever so slightly, he could feel their gazes turn to him. "Je suppose que même les femmes de ce pays ne peuvent pas résister à mon charme." he said to himself as he chuckled.
*Meaning: I guess even the women of this country can't resist my charm. 💕
He felt a faint vibration coming from his pocket. It was his phone. He'd just arrived in the country and already he'd received thirty missed calls from that man. And he was calling again.
"Oui, Mr. Rogers. I have just arrived in the country. But are you sure she is the one? The final piece of the puzzle?" He asked, with a charming French accent.
*Oui - [ Wi ]
Ver. Yes.
"Are you doubting me?" Mr. Rogers asked.
"Pas du tout, Mr. Rogers. I trust you with my life." He replied.
*Pas du tout - [ pa-du-tu ]
Adv. Not at all.
"Good. Her name's Paris." Mr. Rogers said in a most condescending way.
"Paris? Je ne peux pas croire que j'ai trouvé Paris à San Francisco! I want to meet her!" He replied, laughing loudly like an amused child.
*Meaning: Paris? I can't believe I found Paris in San Francisco!
"Enough with your jokes. Are you sure you can do it?" Mr. Rogers asked, sounding troubled.
"Oui, No woman can resist the charms of I, Beau Louis Antoine." He said, as he smiled. 💕
*Literally meaning: Handsome, Louis Antoine 💕
End of Chapter 2