The scent of lavender was overpowering, the entrancing scent made a spark of joy tingle throughout my entire body, like a ray of sunshine lighting the new day. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me; it seemed like a scene straight out of a movie. So unrealistic, I considered pinching myself twice, but I didn’t; deciding it would make the moment awkward. However, before I get ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning.
It all began when my parents, Dave and Jackie, my little sister, Mandy, and I went out for dinner at Red Lobster for her birthday. As usual, she was being the little drama queen we all know her to be, insisting we go to Red Lobster instead of TGI Friday’s, since Red Lobster served her favourite seafood pasta. Even though I hate seafood, we had to do exactly what she wanted because it was her 12th birthday, so away to Red Lobster we went. It was there, at Red Lobster, that my parents announced the big news about our trip, the trip that was about to change my life forever.
“So guys,” my mom started off, “Your father and I have been thinking, it’s been such a long time since we took a family vacation. Well… Dave, you tell them.” “Well, we were thinking, what if we went to France for two weeks? It would be a great opportunity for the family to bond, plus there are so many wonderful things to see. For example, the Eiffel Tower, Mont Saint-Michel and let’s not forget, the beautiful, never-ending, lavender fields. So…what do you guys say?” He continued eagerly.
“Oh... My ... Gosh! Dad, did you read my mind?” My sister said, a little too loud. “How did you know I wanted to go to France for my birthday!” “Well, we actually didn’t kn...” My father tried to say until he was interrupted. “Yes! Yes! Five hundred times yes! I can’t wait to tell my friends! Wait...what am I going to pack?” Mandy started rambling on.
Finally, the food arrived at the table, I pushed my chocolate brown hair out of my face and into a ponytail, ready to indulge in my Chicken Alfredo until my mom interrupted me. “What do you think, Heather? It’ll be very interesting …” My mom questioned. “Well, I think it’s great, and I’m really excited, but can I please eat, I’m really hungry?” I said now annoyed. “Sure, honey.” She replied. “Wait, you never mentioned when we were leaving?” I asked curiously. “Oh, well…tomorrow, but you have lots of time to pack. Anyway darling, let’s eat our meal, everything will work out fine.” Dad replied.
We all began to eat, and I must say, for a seafood restaurant, they cook very good Chicken Alfredo, it was unquestionably delectable. Soon after we ordered dessert, sang happy birthday, and finally headed home. Since I was extremely tired, I decided to pack my suitcase in the morning as I woke up. “Heather, Mandy, come along, I think our plane is boarding,” Jackie called. “One sec Mom, we’re just buying some magazines for the plane.” I replied. Thirty minutes later we were on the plane and flying to France. Luckily, I didn’t have to sit next to my annoying sister; the airplane had a rule that every person under 18 had to sit next to an adult. However the plane ride was very boring, I had read all the magazines in the first 15 minutes of the plane ride so the only thing left to do was watch movies.
Occasionally, I was interrupted by the flight attendants who were serving food, however, the food had very little flavor, causing me to eat very little. Finally, we reached the hotel and for once my parents were reasonable, they got me my own room, free of Mandy, I was so ecstatic. I unpacked my clothes, and since I nearly starved on the plane I ordered a T-bone steak, and boy was it delicious. I put the leftovers in the mini-fridge and went to bed, until my little sister came knocking on the door. Apparently, mom and dad were snoring really loud and kept her up, so like usual she came and slept in my bed; luckily, this bed was queen-sized unlike my tiny twin sized bed at home.
The next morning we were off to the Amboise (amboua) castle, it was said to be the most beautiful castle in all of France. We hopped in the tour bus and in a couple of hours stepped foot on the bumpy cobble stone pathway leading to the entrance of the majestic building. The tour group cautiously walked to the entrance, trying not to trip on one of the stones, finally we arrived inside. The interior was breathtaking. All the hand-painted ceilings were so carefully thought out, it must have taken many years to build this, especially without all the equipment that we have today.
Suddenly something caught my eye. It was the most eye-catching thing it the entire castle, it was a boy, but he didn’t seem like an ordinary boy. He had a sparkle in his deep blue eyes which were framed by the thickest, darkest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. Suddenly, his head, full of curly locks of blonde hair, turned my way. We both just stood there staring into each other’s eyes, he was so perfect, so beautiful, so dream-like… unfortunately, my annoying little sister came and pulled me away. “What?” I asked angrily. “Could you please come with me to the balcony? Mom and dad told me I can’t go up there alone.” She persisted. “Sure.” I said glancing back to where my prince charming once stood, he wasn’t there.
Mandy and I walked up the winding staircase and out the door to the balcony, and to my luck he was there. Unfortunately, I was much too shy to talk to boys, especially one that good looking, so I stepped over to the balcony, it was the most beautiful sight. Just rows and rows of never-ending lavender fields, my dad was right, it was entrancing. Suddenly at the corner of my eye, I saw a figure come to my side. “Hello.” The figure said. I turned around and to my surprise it was the boy with the twinkle in his deep blue eyes, and he was talking to me. I didn’t know what to say, so I replied;
“Hey… What’s your name?” “My name is Tom Lavender.” He said.
“Oh … umm … mine is Heather. So what are you doing in the Amboise castle?” “Well, my family recently inherited those lavender fields you see right there,” (he pointed to show them) “along with a house, therefore we have to live in France, but I’m originally from England.” “Ha, I could hear that from your accent. So are you enjoying your time here?”
“I am now ... Heather, I’m really sorry, but I can’t contain myself, I must say you are a very beautiful girl.” His name was called and he began to wrap up his sentence; “Please meet me in town square at Café Margret tomorrow, I’ll be waiting.”
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