Today, I had marked down on my calendar as the second time I have a photo-shoot. I got up and wore my short and shirt I was ready for a quick workout.
Suddenly the music was lowered from the music system. That’s weird...
Then can someone please explain to me who that handsome tall blue hair- gorgeous blue eyes young man standing outside with a bouquet of roses in his hands is?
Oh. My. God. I instantly stopped running. He did not!!! Aibileen quick let him come in! OR NO! Let me get dressed? Oh my god oh my goddddd!!!! Why is he here? I ran as fast as I could, I don’t know what to wear. Oh god help me. I picked out whatever was in front of me and went in and had a shower. I didn’t feel like doing anything with my hair, I let it loose. For the first time, in front of him.
Good morning gorgeous! You look beautiful.
Good morning to you too. I smiled; Aibileen was preparing breakfast for the three of us.
I brought you these flowers.
You didn’t have to…
But I wanted to. I hope you like them.
Come on dear, breakfast is ready. I’m Aibileen by the way. I got out my hairband and tied my hair up into a high messy bun, he analysed every move I made. Aibileen went the extra mile today, she put the effort and actually made a proper breakfast, funny, it’s been such a long time since I last had proper breakfast.
What would you like, sir? Pancakes, waffles, French toast, everything anything?
Ahahaha, thank you. Don’t worry, please have a seat, I can help myself.
We sat down quietly; we ate our food in silence. Awkward. He complimented Aibileen’s food, which made her so happy, I smiled. Why is he here?
After breakfast we sat in the living room, I didn’t know what’s going on. But whatever it was, it was freaking me out.
Work starts in another 2-3 hours, what do you want to do?
I don’t know… Where do you want to go? Oh.. That explains it all.
To the atelier? Or do you want to go to some other place?
No I’m free, I have nothing to do.
I told Aibileen that I was leaving with Vladimir; she gave me a quick talk about how I shouldn’t be going out with strangers and all but he already left, he was waiting for me downstairs in his car. I laughed; I wonder when will it be the perfect timing for me to tell her the real purpose behind all of this.
I entered his car and we took off, this time he had driven to a different route to the atelier. And I thought, maybe it’s the perfect timing? maybe I should say it.
So... Yousef AlX, tell me something about you. He laughed, laughed so hard that I started to blush stupidly.
You did your job. Lovely! What else did you discover? He said it without the Russian accent. I knew it. I knew all along that he was an Arab. Yes you read it right, an Arab. I had done enough research and to an utter disbelief I discovered that he is after all a Saudi.
That your name is Yousef, Saudi. Your mom is a Russian that’s why your accent is so strong. That’s all. Why are you hiding this?
How do you know all of this?
I have my ways, you found out about me. It is a small world after all.
Indeed. But no one at the atelier knows about this and they shouldn’t.
I couldn’t talk to him. I felt too ashamed for what I have done. Strange, how I had easily found out about him, I never expected him to react this way. What was even stranger was that after I had told him what I had found out about him, he held my hand. I felt so guilty and bad for what I have done; it felt like I had committed a crime. We arrived at the atelier and everyone was surprised that Vladimir picked me up. Maybe I should stop calling him Vladimir, let’s rename him to Yousef, shall we?
We stayed for only a bit, then we drove to the photo-shoot. It was cherry blossom season; the roads to the location were filled with the cherry blossom trees. They always manage to fascinate me, the colour is so vibrant and rich it gives prominence to the beauty of nature that we should nurture. We arrived at the place, it was like a classic movie, we were in Yousef’s classic car and he’s dressed up in a suit and I’m wearing a short dress. We parked beside an old house that had cherry blossom trees surrounding it. He walked up to the door and knocked on it. The village was quiet, with a few cars around 4 or 5. We were welcomed into the house.
The girl that was helping me get dressed had informed me that I was going to take pictures with Yousef. At first the questions were normal, until they got a little too personal, the girl had asked whether we were in a relationship and I laughed at first but then explained to her that we are just good friends, since my story of how we met would be way too awkward.
The makeup artist barely applied any makeup. My hair was tied up in a bun. The whole idea of the theme was pure, vintage elegant beauty, back to the 60’s with a touch of modernism. They initially needed around 6-7 pages of pictures of the photo-shoot but they extended it to 10 pages.
The photo shooting took place in the garden outside. Me dressed up in a dress that was widely opened at the back, long sleeves and I had high heels on and Yousef wore a suit. Dusk was setting; we stood on the wooden bridge, with a small river that flowed underneath us, and a small waterfall that was behind us. We stood relatively close, there was no gap between us, and he slid a diamond ring in my ring finger. His hands on my bare back, my body already matching and touching his, my left hand over his right arm, he looked at me his eyes were an ocean of emotion they spoke out to me beautifully telling me a story of how much he enjoyed this. I smiled. The cameras wouldn’t stop clicking. This time I felt more confident then I had ever felt, I walked out showing the world who I am. Whenever he touched me, I felt a tingle rise up to my neck, my whole senses awaken and he surely enjoyed it. I loved every bit of it.
We were finally done and I had already gone to change. I walked down the stairs once I was done, but I overheard some talk between Yousef and the photographer.
You do realise that when a person really likes you they start to look at you differently. I blushed. Consider yourself lucky if you were her man. And if you weren’t then man up and become hers, I wouldn’t dare lose such a person.
I acted as if I didn’t hear anything, I continued walking to the end of the stairs then I just stood beside Yousef.
Yes, are you?
Yes, lets go. He winked. He thanked everyone and I couldn’t stop blushing from all the compliments but they didn’t really matter, all that mattered was the fact that he was holding my hand all the time. I don’t know what I was replying or what they were saying, all I knew was that what our body language was saying was beautiful.