Lost Love

Chapter 10

I woke up to someone tapping me and when I opened my eyes I saw my dad. I looked around and saw that I was on a plane - how the hell did I get in here?
"Baby, the plane is about to land" land? Why am I even on a pla-
Oohhhh, I just remembered the trip my dad suggested, that's why I'm on a plane. I must have been so tired to sleep through out the flight.
I prepared for landing and soon enough we were moving through a sea of people to where we were going to stay for the duration of one week we were going to be staying here.
It took me a while to recognise where we were and when I did, "Omg!!!!! Dad!!!!!!!! We are in Paris. Why didn't you tell me? Is this the surprise? Thank you thank you thank you. I love you" I exclaimed happily while jumping on him
I can't believe we are really here. I've always wanted to come to Paris when I was younger and now I am really here.
There are so many places to be visited here; the Eiffel tower, the Royal palace, Champs Elysees where I can shop for a lot of things and some other tourists attraction. I have read a lot of things about Paris. Although I am not conversant with the language I know the basics like greetings.
Wow, I'm gonna have a lot of fun
We got out of the airport to see a guy beside a car with our names on it. Dad must really have planned this out. I thought to myself. He put our boxes in the trunk and we were good to go. Dad chatted away in French to the guy which I assumed was him giving the guy directions to our hotel, dad is really learned in French.
I looked out of the window as we drove past and several things caught my attention. We came to a secluded part which contained a very spacious building; it wasn't too big and not too small either. It was perfect, nothing too fancy I thought too myself. But this was wrong, this isn't an hotel. My eyes may have reflected my thoughts because my dad leaned over and said, "Baby, it's our house. Surprise"
"I can't believe it, its so beautiful" I looked at my dad and with the way he was smiling I am sure there is more I have to see.
I got out of the vehicle with my box and I waited for my dad in front of the house admiring the structure. The house was painted cream. Dad opened the door and I held in a gasp. The inside is even more beautiful than the outside. We were in the living room. It was painted cream and brown with brown tiles. The drapes were also cream and brown with the brown couches. Everything were made to match and complement each other. A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling with a huge plasma TV that decorated the wall. The sound system was on each side of the beautiful TV and also at the corners of the large living room. I looked to my right and found a bar with two stools. This is really beautiful.
My dad's chuckle brought me back from my dazed state. "You must really like it right?"
"Are you kidding me dad, I love it"
"If you love this place that much, I guess you should go see your room" he replied with his eyes shining with mischief. I looked at him suspiciously and without saying anything, he led me upstairs to my room. We got to a corridor with two doors and he motioned for me to open the door to my right. I opened it and I think my heart was going to burst with much happiness. Fancy dying because of two much happiness, is that even possible? I think so because of the way I was feeling right now.
The walls were painted pink, the bedspread with the duvet was pink, the carpet was pink, in fact the whole room and everything in it was pink; actually pink and white. This should be a dream; I can't believe my dad really did this for me. He knew how much I love the colour pink and he went through the stress and trouble to do this for me. I turned around and hugged him. I really loved him. "Thank you so much dad. I really love the room"
"You're welcome my baby girl. I would do anything to see you smile"
Having said that, he released me and went out of the room.

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After 2 hours of unpacking and checking out the house, I was beyond famished. It was evening already so I went to the kitchen to find the fridge stocked. I prepared a quick meal of spaghetti for myself and my dad and I set the table. We ate as we talked about the different things we were going to be doing for the rest of the trip. After dinner we had drinks and watched TV till our eyes started drooping. My dad excused himself to go to bed and I stayed awake to clear the dishes.
I went to my room after switching off the TV and remembered Chris hadn't called me and he didn't even reply my messages. I was confused. Was he angry with me over something? I hadn't done anything wrong and we hadn't quarreled recently so he shouldn't be angry. Was he in trouble? Was he busy? Too busy to even reply a text? My mind was going in different directions and I started conjuring different possibilities as to why he hadn't reached out to me.
I was starting to develop headache and I didn't want to wake up sick because of all the activities planned out tomorrow. Dismissing all my thoughts, I cleared my mind planning to deal with it tomorrow and fell asleep with a smile on my face.