“There is a door down here.” I keep walking as I squint to see where I am. I stop still and look back
to where we havee from. No, it’s this way. We continue walking and I stop at the third door from the
end on the left. “This is it.”
He smiles. “This is what?”
I look at him and frown. “I don’t know, but this door is important.” I jiggle the handle. “It’s locked,” I
whisper. I bend down and put my hand along under the stones on the bottom ledge.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“It should be down here.” I feel along the bottom of the rail.
“What should be down there?”
Ah. I feel it! I grab it and hold it up as I smile. A key. An old, copper key is hidden in the stonework.
star raises his eyebrows in question and I shrug.
Iugh as my eyes widen in shock and I cover my mouth with my hands.
“How did you know that was there?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I hold it up and study the key.
“You have been here before, haven’t you?” star slurs as he sidesteps to bnce himself.
I put it in the door, turn it and watch as it unlocks the door.
“star,” I whisper, wide-eyed. “Shit.”
“You’re going to get us kicked out before we even get fucking married.” He chuckles in amusement.
We both look around guiltily, open the door and walk in. star flicks on the light and closes the door
behind us. Our eyes roam around the room as we adjust to the dim lighting. It’s a small room made of
stone and has arge door at the back of it.
“It’s in there,” I whisper.
“What’s in there?” he asks.
“The staircase.”
I open the rge, heavy barn door, and sure enough, a rge spiral staircase is inside. “star,” I
whisper.
His eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
I stop still. Shit. What am I doing? How do I know this?
Am I psychic?
I suddenly don’t want to borate to star anything more I know. This is unsettling and frightening.
He will think I am crazy.
Maybe I am psychic.
“Excuse me. What are you doing?” A woman’s voice rings out.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
“O-oh,” I stammer in shock.
starughs and my eyes widen in horror.
“Ahh. We got lost,” he replies.
“This door was locked,” she replies tly as shees into view.
“No. You must be mistaken. If it was locked, we wouldn’t be in here now, would we?” he says
sarcastically in his drunken, heavy ent.
She frowns as her eyes roam between the two of us.
“Where does this staircase go to?” I ask.
“I am not sure. I have never been in here before. You need to leave immediately.”
“Of course.” star smiles. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”
I stand still on the spot as my eyes stay locked on the staircase. I’m not sure I want to leave just yet. I
want to know how the hell I knew this was even here? I’m confused. My eyes search star’s and he
smiles warmly. “It’s okay, Emmaline.”
“But…” I frown again. “But I don’t…”
He kisses me quickly on the lips. “Come, let’s go, my love.” He drags me out. “We have to get some
sleep.” He turns his attention to the cranky woman. “We are getting married tomorrow, you know?”
“Congrattions,” she replies, monotone.”
My eyes go to star and I smile broadly. “We are, too. I nearly forgot.”
His mouth drops open in feign shock. “How could you ever forget that vital piece of information?”
Iugh out loud and shake my head in wonder. “Probably because it’s unbelievable.”
I lie with my head on the firm skin of star’s chest. He’s fast asleep and I am deep in thought.
How did I know where that doorway was? How did I know where the key was kept? Where did that
staircase lead to, exactly?
I feel unsettled and anxiety is starting to pump through my blood. I don’t know what to make of this,
and now, today, I am getting married. Holy freaking crap. Have I totally lost my mind?
Four weeks ago I was eating my way through London in despair and now I am in a castle with the man
of my dreams nning a wedding whilst knowing things that I shouldn’t know.
What in the hell is going on with me?
I want to ring Brielle, but I know if I do she is going to freak out and talk me out of today. I gently kiss
star’s chest and I smile softly. Right now he is the only thing I am certain of. I have not one doubt
about the way I feel about him, or about the way he feels about me.
He makes me feel safe like I never have before, and yet, if anything, I should feel out of control…
because that’s what I am. I’m out of control and high on his love.
I feel him stir underneath me and then his gentle kiss on my forehead. “Good morning, my love,” he
whispers.
I smile into his chest. “Good morning, Twinkle,” I breathe as I kiss his chest. Instantly my unease
dissipates. It’s as if he is the answer to all my questions.
“What’s wrong?” he asks gently.
I shrug.
He leans up onto his elbow and looks down at me. “Don’t you want to get married today?”
I smile. “I do want to get married today.”
He leans and kisses me gently on the lips as if relieved. “Then what is it?’
My eyes search his. I need to talk to someone, and I suppose if he is to be my husband, I should talk to
him.
I fiddle with a piece of the nket and my eyes stay focused on my fingers. “star…” I hesitate, this
sounds so ridiculous.
“Yes, Em. What is it?” he asks, concerned.
My eyes meet his. “How did I know where that key wasst night?”
He smiles softly and bends and kisses my forehead. “Keys are always hidden around doorways. It
was a fluke, my love.”
I shake my head. “It wasn’t. I knew what I was looking for.”
He watches me for a moment as if unsure what to say.
“I’ve…” I stop.
“You’ve what?”