Elena In Paris


    Elena


    Mirabelle refuses to even speak with me after what happened at the Summer Fable and I decided


    not to push it. She would forgive my outburst sooner orter. We are currently on our private jet to visit


    my sister in Paris. Sebastian would be working this side as well as it was his biannual visit to Dumont


    Enterprises this side. I haven’t seen Eliana since my wedding and truth be told; I miss the prim and


    proper Wiltshire twin and could not wait to see her! A few hourster, wend and make our way to


    Sebastian’s vi in the French countryside. We would go sightseeingter on and I could not wait!


    Sebastian’s cell phone beeps, indicating an iing call, and I immediately tune out. This would


    be his work for some reason or another. They always seem to need him. I guess that’s the life of a


    CEO.


    I was aplete and utter ball of jegged excitement, nearly bouncing off the vehicle walls. Not


    only would I be visiting my sister for a week, but the following week I would be starting at Exeter! Was


    my lifeing together or what?! I have been keeping in touch with Anabelle as well and her marriage


    is, unfortunately, a-go for next April. I felt sorry for my best friend because she was the one losing her


    identity in her arranged marriage. Not to mention that her mother wants her to drop out of uni before


    the marriage so she could focus on her social life and being a wife to Thomas.


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    That is the only part of the heiress life that I despise duty.


    After we arrived at the vi, Sebastian had ay-down for an hour or two alongside me, then we


    were off again. I couldn’t sleep properly because I was so excited at the prospect of seeing my sister


    again after so long. As soon as we get to their mansion, I spot my sister on the front steps, waiting for


    us. “Wow, she looks different,” Sebastian remarks, and I see what he means. Eliana looked… happier


    and her bodynguage wasn’t as poised as it used to be in London. The car didn’t evene to a


    proper halt before I shot out and ran to greet her, much to my husband’s chagrin.


    “Eliana!” I call and see the tears in her eyes as well, before wrapping her in a hug. She smelled so


    familiar and like home! “Elena, oh I’ve missed you!” she exims, and I feel her tears as they hit my


    shoulder. We broke our hug and looked at one another. “You look as beautiful as ever, Eliana,” I start,


    “and happy, you look so happy!” She giggles through her tears and wipes mine away while shaking her


    head. “You were always the natural beauty and being married to Sebastian seems to have brought that


    out more.” She says and looks at my husband, sighing. “Hello, Sebastian,” she says with a smile and


    he wraps her in a hug as well, something I think she was not expecting.


    She looks up at him with wide eyes and he chuckles. “I don’t hate you, Eliana. You followed your


    happiness and I could never fault you for that, even if your happinessy with my uncle.” He says and


    this seems to turn her tears into sprinklers because she wailed! Oh, Eliana, was the guilt truly eating at


    you all this time? I watch the former lovers as they hold one another and feel the tears run down my


    cheeks as well.


    These two have a history, I realise that and respect it. But they also have unresolved issues


    stemming from their yact rtionship, which is why I do not feel jealous of this. They let go and


    Eliana led me inside as Sebastian’s phone rang yet again. “Sorry, my love, I will have to see youter


    on. There is an emergency meeting at Dumont Enterprises that require my attention.” He says with an


    apologetic smile when he returns. I shrug at this, as it is nothing new to me. “I understand. Hurry back,”


    I say and he kisses me goodbye before leaving.


    I turn around and see Eliana’s eyes, which had widened to dinner te circumference. “What was


    that?!” she exims, leading me to chuckle. Ice my arms with hers and we walk towards the back


    terrace. I told her of my journey with Sebastian and it was as if I was telling a love story because my


    sister was all tears and tissue.


    “That’s absolutely beautiful, Elena,” she says as she dabs her eyes and smiles at me. I think I


    might have just made her week! We continued to chat a bit before we walked up to the nursery so I


    could see little Morgan, and what a cute sight she was! I watch my sister with her daughter and my


    heart absolutely melts at the sight of her with her child. This wasn’t Lady Wiltshire anymore, and I was


    so happy about that. I sensed no chip on her shoulder or heaviness in her heart; she was free. Free of


    my mother and I have to say that I felt the same. My mother kept us under her thumb for far too long,


    Eliana especially, and now my sister finally had her happily ever after.


    “How does it feel, being a mother?” I suddenly find myself asking and her head whips up to meet


    my gaze. She smiles wistfully. “That’s not something I can readily exin,” she says with augh. Then


    she looks down at her daughter again and takes her tiny hand, nting a kiss. “I’m not sure who coined


    the phrase, but it’s like watching your heart right outside your body, constantly, daily and feeling the


    love grow with each passing day. It engulfs you and also terrifies you.” She says, but I don’t understand


    at all. Would I ever?


    I watch her and sigh. “Mirabelle wants me to start falling pregnant, but I don’t feel ready yet. And I


    am starting at Exeter in a few weeks so I cannot wee a child right now. It would be unfair to them,”


    I admit to her, but all she does is smile sadly at me. “No one is ever ready to be a parent, Elena. But I


    understand what you’re saying and where you areing from. Don’t allow them to bully you into


    bringing a child into the world. It’s your body.” She says andys her daughter down for her afternoon


    sleep. Sheces her arm with mine and we walk downstairs yet again. “How does Sebastian feel about


    having children?” She asks me and I think back to our conversation two weeks ago. “He epts my


    decision, but knows we will have to produce an heir in due time,” I say, but she shakes her head. “If you


    only think of a child as an heir, you will never know the true meaning of motherhood, Elena. That is


    Susanna’s mindset, not ours.”


    I nch at this. Wow, I have never thought of it that way. The way I have been referring to a child


    was definitely our mother’s mindset. Realising this cements my earlier notion about having children and


    equating them to my upbringing… Now I definitely do not want any. At all. But then I look at Eliana and


    how shepletely adores her daughter and my mind changes again. Am I capable of giving love like


    that?


    I ponder this even after Sebastian collects me from Eliana’s ce. “Pleasee around again,


    Elena. I truly have missed you.” She says and I hear Sebastian''s phone ringing again even though he


    has juste from Dumont Enterprises. “I’ll be here every single day-!”


    “What do you mean? Are they okay?” I hear my husband’s worried voice cut through my sentence


    and my ears perk up. He looks at me with a deep frown etched in his brow, then pales. “Okay, we’ll


    take the jet out and be there as soon as possible. Thank you for letting me know.” He says and kills the


    call. Fear creeps into my heart when he looks at me, and I feel my world slipping away at his next


    sentence.


    “My parents have been in a car wreck,” he says in a daze, and I rush over to him. I look up at him


    with worried eyes. “Are they okay, my love?” I ask, needing to know. I haven’t made peace with


    Mirabelle yet! I need to make peace with her! But all Sebastian does is shake his head sadly and lead


    me to our waiting vehicle.