Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 5

The transatlantic flight carried me eastward, the sun painting ever changing portraits outside my window. Brilliant azure skies gave way to rolling clouds tinged with gold, a canvas of nature’s finest work

Inspiration struck suddenly, and I pulled out my sketchpad, capturing the ethereal play of light in a n jewelry design.

By the time I finished, darkness had claimed the sky.

There was something magical about crossing the Atlantic – a time traveler’s journey where I left New York on the morning of the 27th only to land in London on the night of the 26th.

Through the arrivals gate, I spotted them immediately – Mum, Dad, and William standing in a row,

beaming and waving like excited children at a parade.

The sight of them made my heart squeeze.

I ran to them, wheeling designer luggage forgotten as I fell into Mum’s embrace, breathing in her familiar perfume – Chanel No. 5, just as she’d worn all my life.

-Eight years ago, I’d defied their wishes and moved to New York for university, chasing what I’d thought

was love.

let me go, trusting me to find my way.

Christmas visits, a daughter’s absence marked by empty chairs at Sunday

back from Mum’s embrace before

“Mum, I’m starving.”

get you home, darling.” She cupped my face, her eyes soft with maternal concern. “Tll make your favorite – shepherd’s pie with

“Perfect.”

parents as we walked

terminal.

Chapter 5

the ocean in his Manhattan penthouse, Castro

marble floor, repeatedly calling a number he

my birthday – August 27th. This morning, the alert had woken him in Oriana’s

Whole Foods, to buy ingredients for the

planned.

custom Cartier bracelet he’d ordered months ago was still hidden in

slightly, had given him pause. After all, I still hadn’t

always been the reasonable one why was I being so stubborn this time?

restlessly checking his phone at Oriana’s, he

moment he stepped into the penthouse, he felt like he’d walked into a stranger’s home. He actually stepped back out,

had reverted to its pre–Aveline state- stark, minimalist, cold.