CHAPTER 1- Prologue
Fate brought me in front of this huge glass building illuminated by the moonlight which directly reflects the extravagant structure of this modern architecture which is comparable to aDLERS Hotel here in Innsbruck, Austria. Unfortunately, they are already fully booked so I have to find another place to stay. As soon as I got off the plane, I took a cab and went straight to this hotel where I am supposed to stay, Zven Hotel.
Beside me are my old rose Samsonite-centric luggage bag and a woven nude tote bag atop it. I blankly stared at the sky and breathed my hands that are shivering from this cold winter night. I breathed a warm breath to suffice my longing desire for love, or should I say making love. Yes. That's right. I am a lady who wants to get laid as soon as possible. Blame my hormones for it!
I am now 31 and yet, I don't have much experience with this thing called "sex". Well, thanks to my ever-loving boyfriend-a man who hasn't even flinch at the sight of my perfect body. I am now on the verge of throwing myself to anyone-literally, anyone who will find me attractive- at this very hour.
I hang my tote bag on my left forearm and carry it with dignity and dragged my luggage bag using my right hand. I marched to the entrance and momentarily stopped when I saw my reflection at the exterior of this glass hotel.?
"Woah! This is one hell of a beauty," I thought.
I stared at my reflection and literally dropped my jaw, how beautiful could I be? I raised my right hand then motioned it perfectly in the air like a princess waving at the commoners. I am currently appraising myself, a brunette-haired with subtle caramel tip highlights, a long-legged lady wearing an elegant passion red double-breasted wool winter coat that goes well with her knee-high Steve Madden crushing embellished boots, I should have worked as a fashion model and not as a feature writer. "How could a man who is in his right mind resist this beckoning scale of beauty in front of him for ten years?" I thought.
"For ten fucking years for fuck's sake!" I emphasized and frowned at the memory of our last conversation, or more likely an argument about wholesomeness and pureness of heart. Tsk. I bit my lips out of frustration. I shrugged myself.
"Well, that's why I am here." I cheer myself up, straighten my posture and lead myself to the entrance of the hotel.
As soon as I reach the entrance, two male employees in their late twenties welcomed me while the other one assisted me with my luggage. He accompanied me to the lobby and had me wait to confirm my reservation. I instructed him to put my luggage in my hotel suite while I stay in the lobby for the meantime. My eyes roam around as I fancy this elegant place. They made it a spacious one which invites the guests to stay and relax. They have five sets of luxurious semi arc couches. Having this nude color furniture complimented their vibrant chandelier above and the glass exterior part of the hotel.I removed my coat demurely and placed it on my lap as I sit which exposed my black fitted dress with a long gold zipper on the side. I rested my back on this comfortable sofa not leaving my poise. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"I really did it this time," I spoke to myself. I put out my mobile phone and turned it on. There were 20 missed calls and one message from my one true love,
"I am sorry. You know I love you but I can't give what you're asking right now. Try to understand. I hope your vacation will let you come back to your senses."
My heart retaliated at the sight of his message,
"Understand? Him? Come back to my senses? This is bullshit."
My lips twitched, "All these years that's what I've been doing. You are the one who's being unreasonable because of your twisted moral standards. We are no longer living in the 16th or 18th century and yet you are giving me this shit about preservation until marriage. Well fuck you because I'm going to fuck somebody else here", my thoughts burst in anger.
As I put my wasted mobile phone in my bag, I overheard two tourists talking about the must-visit Wine Cellar here in Austria. Hearing this made me thirsty. A good liquor can suffice my anger on this cold night. So I went to the reception area and asked for some information. I ascended to the 7th floor and made my way to the carpeted hallway. As soon as I turned right at the end of it, a cozy high-end hotel bar filled my eyes. Dimmed lights, a huge counter, and tower shelves of liquor brought out my wild alter ego. I licked my lips as I approach the counter.
"Guten Abend, wundersch?ne Jungfrau", said the man behind the counter.
I smiled even though I didn't understand a thing. How am I supposed to order something if I don't know their language? I should have studied the basics at least. I shook my head and was lost for a moment when a man from behind surprised me.
"Good evening, beautiful maiden," his captivating voice sent chills to my bones, and his warm breath that touched my nape gave me a prompting notion. I turned around to meet this perilous man.
Words escaped my mouth as our eyes met. His green eyes with the shade of hazel gold melted my heart; its deep-set shape make his simple stare turns into a consuming glare; his square jaw as the representation of masculinity; his full flat shape eyebrows that heighten his facial feature; his nose that is as perfect as of Ryan Gosling and his thin upper lip and full lower lip that makes you want to devour it the moment you are an inch apart. "That's what he said," the gorgeous man added. I gulped ending my fantasies and removed my eyes from his face. I saw a glimpse of a smile on his face. At that moment I felt so embarrassed.
"Is that so?" I uttered as I recover from fantasizing about him.
He motioned me to sit on the high chair and grabbed my right hand to support me. He then sits beside me. His eyes which are locked on me make me feel nervous. He breaks the silence once again, "Mind if I join you?"
I looked at him even though I'm already sweating and I tried to keep my composure.
"It sounds more of a statement rather than an inquiry, Mister," I said sarcastically.
His eyes brightened as he ignores my sarcasm, "Lovely, aren't you?"
"I take that as a compliment," I unknowingly tapped my fingers and avoided his gaze.
"Let me buy you a drink," He offered and spoke to the bartender in the German language as I remained quiet. When his attention is back at me, "I guess I don't have a choice since I am badly needed for a company and a walking dictionary," I sighed.
His laughter caught the attention of the red-haired tourists at the other end of the counter. Then, I noticed that most of the ladies are almost ravaging him in his sexy silver suit. I scrutinized his perfect physique from top to bottom while creating dirty thoughts in my mind. I hurriedly gulped the liquor as soon as the bartender put it on the counter,?
"Damn, I guess this tour of mine is worthwhile," I said to myself. I wear a mischievous smile,
"If he will be the man who will salvage me from my innocence, so be it," and desperately swore to myself.
CHAPTER 2- Mister perfect
Prague in July 2017
"Prague. The City of One Hundred Spires. The City of Love. Just standing in front of this magnificent structure, St. Vitus Cathedral, will melt anyone's heart. Its dark, heavy and massive structure will catch every tourist's attention. Locals say that its Gothic theme has a spiritual meaning way back to its construction days.
It is a fine day where you can see the sunlight directing towards the projector of this cathedral. The door is wide open as the visitors start to enter the cathedral. The spectators outside start to whisper and mumble to themselves. It is the talk of the town, the Wedding of the Century.
A lady nervously facing the crowd is starting to have cold feet. The amount of perspiration all over her makes her laced gown rub her skin tight. She is now walking in the aisle wearing a beautiful seductive white gown that everybody's staring at. She is now the center of attraction; something that she has been dreaming about. As she lifts her head, her eyes catch the man standing at the end of the aisle, a man waiting for her in front of the altar.
His face is serious and his green eyes are fixated on her and filled with tears. As she reaches him, the lady extends her right hand, showing off her elegant patent gloves to reach for the man's left arm.
and they live...
.....happily ever after
- THE END -"
***
The I-beam from the word document continues to blink as I reach the finale of my draft for this article. I stretch my hands upward and relax my legs under the table while staring at the beauty of St. Vitus Cathedral. The coffee shop where I am writing is just across this magnificent beauty. Thanks to you, I finally get the idea of how to perfectly feature this magnificent structure. I found my perfect inspiration for my next book as well. Apparently, the publisher can no longer wait so I have to send the finished manuscript to the editors at the end of the day.
I reach for the white cup of coffee on top of the round table that matches the chair I am sitting at. As I take my first sip in a while, a man in his thirties approaches me and says something in Czech, "Chvilka je krásná".
I understood it was a greeting so I nod and wear a smile, "Yes, what is it?" I put down the coffee and fixed my eyes at him.
Scratching his head, I can see that he is not accustomed to the English language so with every basic knowledge I have, I talk to him in the Czech language, "How may I help you?" I asked in Czech.
I can see the delight in his face when he heard me speak his language, he bows and continues,
"A man wearing a suit asked me to give you this."
He handed over an old-rose-silver-bordered note with familiar penmanship,
"I'll see you tonight gorgeous. Happy 7th Anniversary.
I love you always. More than anyone."
~ Siegfried Cohen.
Reading his note makes me giggle. I let out a squeal unaware of the man still standing beside me observing.
"Oh. Děkuji," I said to him.
"Will you please give me my check?" I requested as he is about to leave the scene. I gave him my credit card and left a tip on the table beside the cup of coffee. He smiled and went on his way. I put my attention back to the note I am still holding. His bold name in the letter made me think, "Sied never uses his full name unless it is important."
My heart jumps with just the thought of probably something important is on its way. My cheeks blushed as this thought entered my mind, "Maybe he will now pop the question up? Or maybe, tonight will be our first night together," I giggled even more.
This dirty thought empowers my brain well. Finally, I'll get to taste his skills in bed. I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now. The same man approaches me to give me the receipt. As soon as he walks away, I stand up and look at the blue sky,
"Oh, whoever's patron! Thank you for answering my prayers! I can now finally get laid after 7 years of waiting."
Not knowing I was murmuring to myself, the guy slipped a soft laugh. He gave me a huge smile when I noticed him staring at me. He bowed like a gentleman and went back to the restaurant.
***
Prague is a beautiful city indeed. No city lights, no disturbing horns from a busy street, no skyscrapers, just wonderful structures that let you find peace. This is indeed a city of love: a perfect place for romance as others describe it. I look around downtown and saw wonderful artwork on the street, and when I say artwork, I mean couples expressing their love to one another.
After I received Sied's note, I hurriedly went back to the hotel and left my stuff there. I still have time so I decided to visit downtown to find something to wear on this special night. I giggle every time I think about what will happen. I scouted some of the famous clothes store downtown. Fortunately, I am quite knowledgeable about this stuff as part of my job.
So I went into the first store at the corner of this street. I spotted a floral dress with raffles but it felt more like a summer season. I passed by it and looked around the store some more. When my eyes weren't satisfied enough, I visited other stores. It took me an hour and a half and was about to lose hope when I glanced at this small isolated store near the coffee shop where I stayed earlier.
I almost jumped and asked myself, "Oh shoot! Why didn't I notice it earlier?"
I hurriedly crossed the street and stood in front of this small shop. I scrutinized this lovely coral one-piece dress in this mannequin. It is perfect for tonight's occasion. Its open-back slash lace from top to just an inch up from my butt will highlight my perfect back curve.
The old lady who probably owns the shop saw me from the inside. She warmhearted smiles at me and motions me to come inside. As I open the door, the chimes sing. I excitedly invaded the shop and roam my eyes around. The old lady greeted me with a smile, "Krásná".?
I blushed and said thank you. We had a conversation about her store and found out that it is all she has after her husband passed away and her daughter married. She is now on her own. I feel so much admiration towards this old lady. She cheerfully offers me almost everything but the dress. She continues to guide me inside her small filled store. It isn't that organized but I noticed that the floor and shelves are clean. I can say that she always dust it off.
After we look around I didn't find anything interesting but the dress. When she noticed that my eyes are only fixated on the dress, she motioned her hands on it and I nodded. She scratched her head and lowered her gaze finding the right words to say.
Then she explained to me that it is actually not for sale. It is a memory of her daughter and she doesn't want to put it on sale. She said she only put it there because whenever she sees it, she feels that her daughter is just nearby. My heart sympathizes with this old lady when she begins to share the story about the dress. Still, I am a bit disappointed because I really want to have that dress but I just can't take that away from her, can I?
I fake a smile and say to her that I will find another one. She grabs my hand and offers me something good,
"If you can't find anything you want before the day ends, I can just lend it to you. But you have to return it to me, beautiful lady."
The offer is quite tempting and puts sparkled in my eyes. But would it really be okay to borrow it for free? I looked at the dress once again and noticed that I didn't have much time to look for more because I still have to send it to the Laundromat before wearing it.
"I don't have much time because I need it tonight and I only have a few hours to prepare before my date. But I can't take it for free. Why don't we do it just like this?
Let me rent the dress. It's a win-win situation," I did my best to explain it in their language and it seemed that she understood what I want. But her facial expression is doubtful. I plead with her with my eyes and show her how I really want to wear that dress.
After a few minutes, she finally gave me a yes, then she asked me to wait inside the fitting room while she gets the dress. After some time, the dress fits perfectly as if it is actually made for me. It is an off-shoulder coral dress that emphasizes my full bosom. Its cut fits perfectly with my curves. When I went out of the fitting room, the old lady's eyes opened wide and her lips wore a smile. She hugged me excitedly and said that I look perfect. She packed the dress for me. I bid my goodbye and went out of the store.
I went to the Laundromat to have it cleaned and then fixed myself in my hotel room.put on light makeup and match it with brown-red shade lips.
I put down my straight brunette hair and let it flow gracefully past my shoulder. At exactly six-thirty in the evening, the dress arrived. I put it on and I look perfect. All I have to do is wait for my love.