Andre Louis sat quietly in the library. His butler, James, was standing Далее to him with a phone on a silver platter. It have been half and час since his mom called him and explained that they were not coming Главная in time for Christmas.
His parents have been in Italy for 3 months. They only called about twice a month.
"James," сказал(-а) Andre, "We may need to make other arrangements for Рождество this year. Отменить all of the decorations and ужин parties. Tonight, i will take a walk. Make sure Katy is in постель, кровати on time."
Andre did not want toshow his misery over the news. He was looking вперед to spending time with his parents. He had not spent one Рождество 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 безопасно, сейф and have a wonderful Christmas!" She picked up the hat by 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 Рождество день 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 Шоколад skin that matched Andre's color. She ahd big, hazel colored eyes and a сердце 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 Ты 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," сказал(-а) 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 кухня 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 кухня 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 Ты 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
