I rolled my eyes at him. “What are you saying? I’m just here to attend an art exhibition, remember? If anything, I’ll just mop up the local delicacies!”
I then reached my hand out toward him and said coquettishly, “Won’t you get me some flowers, Darling?”
“What flowers would you like? Are there flowers unique to Norham?” Christopher asked his assistant standing next to him.
I let out a huge sigh when I saw the group of assistants standing behind him like bodyguards and staring at us respectfully. Julia had insisted that Christopher bring his assistants along so he could make a deal with a major client in Anglandur. With that, our sweet little vacation was ruined.
“I want a bouquet of roses made out of money so I can shop till I drop!” I said with my head tilted to one side and tried to look as cute as possible.
Christopher arched an eyebrow and burst into a chuckle when he heard that. He then held my hand and gave it a gentle kiss as he said, “Yes, my queen.”
I stood on tiptoe and was about to kiss him as a reward, only to have a familiar figure walk past us. She was dressed in Norham’s most fashionable dress and had a shiny pendant around her neck.
She still had that gentle yet strong smile on her face from fifteen years ago as she made her way forward.
Although I had only caught a glimpse of her face for a split second, I was able to recognize it instantly. I saw it a lot in my dreams, and I would end up crying from how much I missed my mom as well as the happy life I once had.
“Stop that person! Hurry!” I shouted while shoving Christopher aside and pointing in front of us.
“What’s wrong?” Christopher looked in the direction I was pointing at.
“That person… She…” I was stuttering and stammering so badly from shock as I didn’t expect to see my mom upon arrival in Norham.
Seeing as the woman in the dress was about to disappear from sight, I brushed Christopher off and ran toward her as quickly as possible. I could hear the wind whooshing beside my ears, but I wasn’t fast enough to catch up to her.
So, this is how much I miss her and love her… Despite what I usually say about hating her, I still love her deep down inside. God knows how many nights I’ve spent wondering why she left me back then. Now that I’ve seen her in person, all I can think of is how much I miss her. I want to know if life has been treating her well, because that’s all that matters.
The street was bustling with people, and I soon found myself losing sight of her as I desperately pushed my way through the crowd. “Mom, stop! Please! Isabelle Anderson! Hold it right there!” I shouted as I kept on running, but the woman didn’t seem to hear me at all.
She then got into a car that was parked on the side of the road, and I could hear the engine starting up. Realizing I was about to lose my only chance at catching her, I ran toward the middle of the road.
“Watch out, Eve!” Christopher who had been following behind threw himself at me and sent us both tumbling to the ground. I heard an ear-piercing screech from the car’s brakes as it came to a halt in front of us, followed by a string of profanities from the driver as he stuck his head out the window.
