by Anna Santos
Cedric underlined the essence of his previous speech. “Aria, remember that you should start to prepare your parents for the fact that your permanent address will be in Paris.”
I pursed my lips. I didn’t want to spoil my parents’ fun.
“Unless you want them to hate you right now, you’d better hold your horses,” I mumbled, clenching my hands on the seat of my chair. Putting on a smile, I attempted to confirm if my suspicion was right. “Dad, who was it on the phone?”
“A friend who was inviting us to dinner this evening,” Dad said mildly.
“And Gabby’s also joining us at the Louvre,” my mom informed me. “Isn’t it great? It’ll be a family trip.”
“That would be awesome,” I said, happy at the thought of seeing my cousin again.
She wasn’t as bad as I’d first thought. She was friendly, and I felt sorry for her since she’d burst into tears in front of me. Also, the vampires had been messing with her head. I wanted to know if she was okay and make sure her boyfriend wasn’t being a jerk.
I suddenly realized that I hadn’t talked about anything that had happened in the restaurant with Cedric. He didn’t ask me either. It hadn’t been too long since I’d last been face-to-face with Philippe. I didn’t miss him, nothing of that sort, but I wanted to know if he was plotting to ruin my relationship with Cedric. The elusive answer that my dad had given me was unsatisfying. Of course, if Cedric had heard Philippe’s name, he would have gotten upset and probably wouldn’t let me leave the house ever again.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us, Cedric?” my dad asked.
I stared at my angel boyfriend with curiosity.
“I would love to go, but I can’t cancel my meeting. However, I would love to have you for dinner at my home tomorrow, since you have other plans for tonight.”
I rejoiced rather fast at his invitation. It would be awesome to have my parents dining with us.
“I would love to know Aria’s parents a bit more,” Cedric added.
“Please say yes,” I demanded of my parents, making puppy dog eyes. “You’ll love Camille and Jacob.”
“Are they your parents?” my dad asked Cedric.
“My sister and brother-in-law,” he answered.
I realized the mistake I had made. It would be hard to explain to my parents the number of people living in that house and the existence of Camille. But Camille’s blonde features and cuteness would be enough to make them believe she was Cedric’s sister.
“She’s my new best friend,” I stated. “You’ll love her, Mom. She’s adorable and extremely friendly.”
“I’m glad you’re making new friends, Aria.” Mom grinned. “We would love to have dinner at your home, Cedric.”
“Yes, we would love to meet your family and see your home,” my dad agreed, but he was not nearly as enthusiastic as my mom. “Shall we go, then?”
Dad got up as he looked at me.
Blinking, I questioned, “Where?”
“To the car,” Dad said. “Steve will be arriving outside to pick us up. You can spend time with Cedric tomorrow. Now, you’re going to spend time with your parents. Your uncle said it may take some time to enter the Louvre, and I want to see as many exhibitions as I can.”
“The quickest entrance is in the Carrousel du Louvre, the underground shopping mall,” Cedric informed us. “You can also try the entrance at the Porte de Lyon, but sometimes it’s closed. The most crowded entrance is at the glass pyramid because everybody wants to enter from there.”
“That’s good to know. I’ll tell Steve about it,” my dad said.
“I’ll accompany you to the car,” Cedric added, getting up and offering me his hand.
We strolled our way down the mall, dodging the other shoppers and looking for the way out. I was glad that Cedric knew his way around, or we would probably get lost before we found the exit we were looking for.
I was silent, caught up in my thoughts.
“Are you okay?” Cedric asked.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“Promise me you’ll keep me company by texting me,” he requested.
I nodded., “I may have to pretend to go to my uncle’s house to sleep there. Or actually sleep there. Especially if Gabby is joining us.”
In reality, I had no idea what Gabby knew about where I was living. It had been Philippe who’d enthralled her to think I was still living with her family. Things were a bit messed up. Above all, I hated the fact that I had to lie to my parents. But Cedric was right, they would never accept it if they knew that I was living with a guy. We weren’t doing anything wrong…yet.
I turned red with that thought. My dad would deport me back to America if he found out. Scratch that—he would lock me up in the highest tower and keep me there!
“Just have fun and keep your parents happy,” Cedric said. “Call me if you need anything or when you want to come back home.”
“Okay,” I agreed, happy that he was accepting this so easily.
Cedric tightened his hand around mine and took my knuckles to his lips. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too,” I mumbled, already sad at the separation.
I would had loved it if he’d come and shared that day with me, but if he had important matters to take care of, I wasn’t going to sulk about it. I was a big girl, and I had my family to keep me company. It was a nice upgrade since I thought I would have to visit the Louvre all by myself at some point, with no one to talk to about it and to share ideas and thoughts with. A family trip to the Louvre was a dream come true.
CHAPTER FIVE
ARIA
Before we went to the museum, we’d made a stop to get Gabby, who’d been thrilled to see me. I had loved the small guided tour that my uncle had given us before we arrived at the entrance that Cedric had said would be easier to get into.
I was beyond excited to enter the Louvre. Yet, the number of people in line was insane. It was a bit frustrating to have to wait for something that I’d dreamed of for a big part of my life. My dad seemed cool about everything, even if he checked his phone more than usual.
“Are you waiting for someone to call you? Is everything all right?” I asked him while Mom and Gabby were looking at the souvenirs on display nearby. They were deciding what to buy.
“I’ve invited someone else to join us here, but I’m not sure if he’s going to meet us inside or here. I texted him where to find us.”
I narrowed my eyes with suspicion. “Who’s joining us?”
Dad smiled as he answered, “Philippe, the young man who invited us to the opera the other day. He called us to see if everything was okay and asked if we could have dinner with him tonight. Since he wasn’t doing anything before then, I invited him to join us. He’s an educated young man, don’t you think? Polite and intelligent. Did you know that we’re going to visit his vineyard?”
“When?”
We had been together until a few days ago. Philippe moved quickly to get my parents’ attention.
“Day after tomorrow. Steve and Samantha plan to join us. Gabby’s also coming with her boyfriend. Do you want to come with us?”
I smoothed my hair down as I muttered, “I’m not sure if I’m free.”
“I don’t want you to stay home alone.”
“I’ll be with Cedric,” I stated, only to regret it. “I mean, we have a date. He’s going to take me to see a movie.”
“Okay then.”
Gabby rushed to us and said between gasps, “Uncle George, Sean told us to go the other way around. They found another entrance for us to use. Philippe knows one of the curators, and we can skip the line. Come on, Aria.”
My cousin dragged me by my arm as my heart raced with the probability of seeing Philippe again. I didn’t know if it was fear or something else. Regardless, I was livid because I wouldn’t have come if I’d known he was going to be here. Everything seemed like a huge trap be alone with me. Maybe I was being paranoid. He had called Dad after Dad ha
d invited me to go to the Louvre with them. Dad had said he’d invited Philippe himself and not the other way around. Since it was daytime, I thought I was safe from seeing him. I guess I was wrong.
“Dad, did Philippe know I was going to come?”
My dad furrowed his eyebrows at me. “He didn’t want to come; he just wanted to invite us to have dinner with him. Your mom was really excited to learn that he owned a lot of elegant restaurants. So he wants to show us his new restaurant. He’s such a nice man. An entrepreneur. It’s really nice that his dad decided to sponsor your mom.”
“Okay.”
Sighing, I played with a strand of my hair that I rolled around my finger, following Gabby who, apparently, knew the way.
“I love what you’ve done to your hair; it’s really pretty like this,” Dad said.
I smiled.
“I didn’t notice before. When did you dye your hair?”
“A while ago. Cedric likes it.”
“Yes…but do you like it?”
“Yes, I like it a lot.”
“You look beautiful, Aria. Even if you still wear those cute T-shirts,” he said, pointing at my favorite T-shirt with the Batman logo on it that I had chosen specifically for meeting up with my parents. Cedric had found it cool. Plus, jeans and a T-shirt matched perfectly and made me feel comfortable.
After a couple more minutes of walking, we arrived at an alternate entrance that was supposed to be for letting the staff in.
The door opened, and Sean appeared to let us in. As I was looking around, I realized that Philippe was not far behind. He stood in the corridor, staring at me in his plain mortal clothes of jeans and a shirt with a rather tired-looking face.
His eyes sparkled when they met mine. I felt my heart stop beating and my mouth got dry. I didn’t even hear what my dad and mom were saying, I just walked like a zombie behind them with Gabby pulling my arm. Apparently, she was afraid I might get lost. Maybe it was a weird response to the fact that she’d left me alone once when we’d gone out together, and I’d ended up in the river. Either way, she was friendly and enthusiastic to have me around.
The inside of the museum was too noisy. I tried to concentrate on anything other than Philippe. But the beating of my heart drummed in my ears and my feet seemed heavy as I walked. Gabby pulled me to another area, and we were suddenly in one of the Louvre’s corridors together with the other tourists.
My breathing stopped momentarily as my eyes wandered around. I wasn’t looking at the paintings. My stare was on the incredible ceilings, the walls, and the huge windows. We were inside of an ancient palace and it was astonishing. A dream come true!
“You haven’t said hello to Philippe,” my mom remarked, siding up next to me to point out my rude behavior.
In my defense, it wasn’t on purpose. I hadn’t noticed when the others were greeting each other. When I looked around, Philippe was in a corner, away from the sunrays that were touching the floor. It wasn’t wise of him to be here. I frowned at that thought. Why is he here? The obvious answer was scary enough. I didn’t know how to act around him. Acting silly and shy was not an option, like it had been the first time we’d met when he’d made a fool out of me. I was going to act polite, at least, so my parents wouldn’t get embarrassed and think their daughter was rude.
I moved closer to him as I focused on the view outside. I folded my arms under my breasts. “So I’m supposed to tell you hello, and I guess thank you for finding us a way in.”
Those were the words I used to start a conversation. It might have sounded funny and quirky, if we’d been part of some comedy movie, but this was real life and it was awkward enough just to engage in a conversation with him.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
I kept my eyes on the view outside. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping inside your coffin to wait for nightfall?”
“I don’t sleep in a coffin,” he replied. “And as long as the direct light doesn’t touch me, I’m okay.”
“That must suck,” I declared as his words made me incomprehensibly sad.
“We get used to it.”
Diverting my attention to my shoes, I rubbed my hands against my jeans. “So you can’t see Paris by day. That’s a shame because it’s beautiful.”
“I know. I’ve seen it in pictures and on TV. But Paris is also beautiful by night.”
“I can’t say much because I’ve barely seen it,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip.
Looking around, I noticed that my parents were talking and motioning to the décor while Gabby and Sean were busy sharing secrets.
It’s going to be a long day. Everybody was paired off, and I could be, too, if I’d be dumb enough to be see the museum with Philippe.
“Doesn’t Cedric take you out?”
“Yes.” I slumped my shoulders. “Well, things have been complicated with the vampire attacks.”
“Yes, it’s not safe for you to go out at night,” he agreed. “And during the day?”
“I’m a bit busy trying to control my powers.”
“That’s understandable.” He paused, and I could feel his stare burning holes in me. My cheeks turned red. “Do you want me to show you the place or not?”
I stared at him. “Did you compel my parents to bring me here for you to see me?”
He shook his head with an apparently innocent expression. “No.”
“Then it was all an unhappy coincidence,” I remarked.
“Your dad invited me to come. I…wanted to see you.”
“You were lucky that Cedric had some stuff to do or he would be here.”
“I’m not afraid of Cedric. I don’t know where you got that idea,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “If we declare a truce for a while, will you let me show you around this place?”
“I don’t need your help.”
I turned my back on him and followed my parents. They were trying to read a map about the museum to find out where we were and where we needed to go to see the exhibitions.
“If you’ll let me be your guide, I can take you wherever you want to go,” Philippe said to my parents, who raised their eyes from the map and smiled at him.
“We would love to,” my mom said.
Mom and I knew that my dad was a terrible person when it came to finding his way around a map. Sighing, I glanced at Philippe, who had a pretentious smirk on his face. He knew I had to endure him and listen to what he had to say. I had promised to behave, so I didn’t protest. Instead, I grabbed my phone to take some photos of my favorite displays.
I would probably have a sore neck the next day because I couldn’t stop looking at the ceilings and the amazing works of art that were hanging on the walls. It was breathtaking. The whole place smelled of wood and oils. Plus, it was a freaking labyrinth! One could get lost inside and only be discovered after being mummified if the guards weren’t alert to find stray visitors. Getting lost in a museum was another of my biggest fears, after heights. And it didn’t help to think that things could come alive during the night. That was not a reassuring thought.
I grabbed my mom’s arm like when I was small and followed them, trying to escape the bumping bodies of immobile tourists taking pictures and neglecting to actually see the wondrous things. Some people lived behind their cameras. Their vacations were a bunch of photographs that they took of dead nature and posing figures, so they could brag on their online profiles to their friends. Actually, seeing and being moved by the work and the patience that had gone into creating these pieces of art didn’t seem to be fashionable anymore. People would rather have a picture than a memory of being there.
An hour later, we were asking Philippe questions to find out more. One could think he had worked there for a long time as a tourist guide. I’d succumbed to my curiosity and was extremely inquisitive about everything that I didn’t know. My mom’s arm was a long-time forgotten. I was next to Philippe, and he was indulging my curiosity. He actually let me see things and was patient. Gabby wa
sn’t; she didn’t want to waste so much time staring at a painting. Her goal was to see the jewels and the fancy clothes. She wasn’t being mean, she simply had other tastes, and she had been to that side of the Louvre plenty of times before. It wasn’t something new to her.
There were so many things to see that I doubted we could see everything even in two days. I had to come back the next day. I didn’t care what Cedric would say. I wanted to see the rest, take pictures, and read the informative points that I hadn’t read yet. Tagging along with Philippe wasn’t that bad either. He was a fountain of knowledge. I guess he’d been there a lot of times and had studied about it. I don’t know how he knew so much about the paintings and the statues we saw. But he was a walking encyclopedia—or rather, a louvrepedia.
When I noticed, my parents had totally bailed on us, and I was alone with Philippe talking about the pages of the Shahnameh—an epic book of poems by Ferdowsi in Persian. My knowledge about it was minimal, so it was rather enticing to listen to Philippe explaining it to me. I had no idea why he had so much information about Persian history. Yet it was cool to learn about another culture that was a bit of an enigma to me.
I spun around, trying to figure out where my parents were. Philippe followed me, and when I turned around, I bumped into him.
“Hey, Peter Pan’s shadow, can you stop following me?” I teased him. “Look for them on the other side,” I demanded, motioning the other way and circling the place to see if they were there or if they had actually left me behind with Philippe.
Moments later, I saw them. Smooching and cuddling like a couple of teens. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Then, I sighed and moved back to find Philippe.
“Have you found them?” he asked, arching an eyebrow when he saw me coming.
“Yes, I saw them,” I replied.
Philippe moved forward, and I grabbed him by the arm before he could bump into them.
“I don’t think you want to go that way,” I warned.
He stopped with a puzzled stare.
Sighing, I explained, “They’re doing it again.”
