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before, but I’d never felt that deep passion for him. It was more of a comfort in his presence, and he never once made me nervous.
Being with Edward was completely different, in the best possible way. I wasn’t sure I could ever just be content with anyone ever again, not after experiencing that true passion.
‘Hi Edward, that sounds lovely, thank you. I can’t wait to see you again. Faith’
I hit send before I can re-read it, and when I do, I cringe a little. Did that sound too formal and weird? Ugh, I’m no good at this!
I’ve never ‘dated’ before, and it feels crazy to be starting that now, on the other side of the world.
‘I will pick you up at 1 pm xxx’
1 pm. That leaves me with a whole morning to stew and panic, but at least it’s going to end with Edward and me once more. I honestly don’t know how I would feel if we went our separate ways with no promise. It might have tainted my entire trip…
I lay my head down on the cool pillow, just thinking over that kiss once more. There were definitely fireworks inside of me that are still there now, and I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for us…
* * *
M y second morning in England passes in a haze.
I do a bit of sightseeing and shopping, but my heart isn’t really in it. My mind is distracted, thinking only of my upcoming date. Sure, the sole purpose of me being in the UK is to learn more about the culture, but right now my brain is filled with one image – that of the most handsome man I’d ever laid my eyes upon.
I just cannot believe that someone so gorgeous and someone with such a title would even look at someone like me, never mind show any kind of interest. It’s incredible.
It doesn’t hit me that I probably should have brought something new to wear until I get back to the hotel to get dressed. I didn’t pack anything too special when I was planning my trip, because to be honest dating was so far at the back of mind that I hadn't even considered it.
Now, I’m about to head out to dinner with the prince and I have one better brand dress to wear. A red skater dress that couldn’t be more inappropriate if it tried.
When I think about the sort of women that Edward must normally date, my heart races with concern. He probably goes out with the richest women on the planet, who have the most amazing clothing. I’m going to look like I’m arriving in a trash bag…
But then I allow myself to forget that he’s a prince, just for a second, and I remember the time we spent together yesterday, locked up in that museum.
He seemed to like me for the person that I am, and if I remember that, everything will be okay. If he wants to be with some rich, well-dressed woman then he will be. It’s me that he kissed, and me that he asked out.
Everything will be fine.
But as I stare at my appearance in the mirror, looking at my naturally wavy blonde hair spilling down my back, and my very minimal makeup, I’m not convinced.
I just cannot be certain that I’ll ever be good enough, and the insecurity isn’t going anywhere.
“Okay,” I try to reassure myself.
“He’s going to pick you up in a minute, and you need to pull yourself together.”
But since it doesn’t help, I decide that the best thing I can do is to go outside to get some fresh air. The Cornish air has been doing me good anyway, so hopefully it’ll fill me with the confidence that I so desperately need.
As I step into the warm, sunny breeze, I immediately start to feel a little calmer. Not looking at my reflection in the mirror has helped a lot, as has the gorgeous scenery. I’ve never been anywhere like this before, and I don’t think it’s a sight that I’ll ever get bored of.
An engine roars out from behind me distracting me from my Cornish fantasies, and I spin around to see a stretch limousine pulling up behind me.
“Oh my God,” I blurt out without even thinking.
“What’s this?”
Edward’s face appears at the window, and his smile melts
Being with Edward was completely different, in the best possible way. I wasn’t sure I could ever just be content with anyone ever again, not after experiencing that true passion.
‘Hi Edward, that sounds lovely, thank you. I can’t wait to see you again. Faith’
I hit send before I can re-read it, and when I do, I cringe a little. Did that sound too formal and weird? Ugh, I’m no good at this!
I’ve never ‘dated’ before, and it feels crazy to be starting that now, on the other side of the world.
‘I will pick you up at 1 pm xxx’
1 pm. That leaves me with a whole morning to stew and panic, but at least it’s going to end with Edward and me once more. I honestly don’t know how I would feel if we went our separate ways with no promise. It might have tainted my entire trip…
I lay my head down on the cool pillow, just thinking over that kiss once more. There were definitely fireworks inside of me that are still there now, and I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for us…
* * *
M y second morning in England passes in a haze.
I do a bit of sightseeing and shopping, but my heart isn’t really in it. My mind is distracted, thinking only of my upcoming date. Sure, the sole purpose of me being in the UK is to learn more about the culture, but right now my brain is filled with one image – that of the most handsome man I’d ever laid my eyes upon.
I just cannot believe that someone so gorgeous and someone with such a title would even look at someone like me, never mind show any kind of interest. It’s incredible.
It doesn’t hit me that I probably should have brought something new to wear until I get back to the hotel to get dressed. I didn’t pack anything too special when I was planning my trip, because to be honest dating was so far at the back of mind that I hadn't even considered it.
Now, I’m about to head out to dinner with the prince and I have one better brand dress to wear. A red skater dress that couldn’t be more inappropriate if it tried.
When I think about the sort of women that Edward must normally date, my heart races with concern. He probably goes out with the richest women on the planet, who have the most amazing clothing. I’m going to look like I’m arriving in a trash bag…
But then I allow myself to forget that he’s a prince, just for a second, and I remember the time we spent together yesterday, locked up in that museum.
He seemed to like me for the person that I am, and if I remember that, everything will be okay. If he wants to be with some rich, well-dressed woman then he will be. It’s me that he kissed, and me that he asked out.
Everything will be fine.
But as I stare at my appearance in the mirror, looking at my naturally wavy blonde hair spilling down my back, and my very minimal makeup, I’m not convinced.
I just cannot be certain that I’ll ever be good enough, and the insecurity isn’t going anywhere.
“Okay,” I try to reassure myself.
“He’s going to pick you up in a minute, and you need to pull yourself together.”
But since it doesn’t help, I decide that the best thing I can do is to go outside to get some fresh air. The Cornish air has been doing me good anyway, so hopefully it’ll fill me with the confidence that I so desperately need.
As I step into the warm, sunny breeze, I immediately start to feel a little calmer. Not looking at my reflection in the mirror has helped a lot, as has the gorgeous scenery. I’ve never been anywhere like this before, and I don’t think it’s a sight that I’ll ever get bored of.
An engine roars out from behind me distracting me from my Cornish fantasies, and I spin around to see a stretch limousine pulling up behind me.
“Oh my God,” I blurt out without even thinking.
“What’s this?”
Edward’s face appears at the window, and his smile melts
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