Two hours later, Sidney heard a knock at her door and she sighed. She had just woken up about a minute or two ago, and she was just considering getting a quick shower before she went downstairs to meet her mother, but now someone was at the door, knocking.
She wondered who it was and why they were knocking on her door.
She stood up and went to the door fo open it. She had been right. It was her mother and she was smiling widely, waiting for her.
Sidney sighed again and waited for her to step in before she closed the door and turned back to go sit down on the bed.
"How are you feeling now, honey? Are you well related or do you need more time to yourself to do that? Her mother asked as she sat on the bed as well.
Sidney gave a small shrug with her brows pulled together, and the corner of her mouth drawn down. "I was able to rest a bit for a few hours. I could still use some more but I'm fine for now."
Adam was the first person to see Sidney as she moved toward them. He pulled up a smile on his face and directed it to his sister. Sidney smiled back and pulled him into a small hug. He was taller than the last time she saw him. "Hello, Adam." She said in greeting. "It's so nice to see you again, Sidney. It's been such a long time since I saw you.." He said to her and he grinned when she chuckled. Sidney nodded her head and said. "That's true, Adam. It's been such a long time. But, we're seeing each other now and that's what matters." She said, but in reality, it was absorbed. Sidney had only met him once and that was when he was five years old and now he was eight years old. That meant that the last time she saw him was three years ago. It was not something that should be considered normal. Although, she had been happy for her mother when she married her stepfather and when she gave birth to Adam, but because her
Brad had woken up that morning and he had suddenly decided that he was going to Paris to be with Sidney, and he had bought his plane ticket online; a first-class ticket of course. He drove slowly, with his headlights on because it was still very much dark; considering it was very early, towards the airport. He glanced at his wristwatch to check out the time to see that it was some minutes past six. He shrugged his shoulders and focused on the road in front of him, the one that would lead him to Sidney; the woman he was crazy about, the woman of his dreams. He wasn’t going to stay in Queensbury, doing nothing when Sidney was in Paris learning about what they should both be finding out. That was not who he was. He knew she wanted to do this alone, but to be honest, it was something they should be doing together. It should be the two of them against the world, or his family in this case not her against him and his family.
Sidney was wearing grey trousers and a yellow top the hour she met with her mother’s husband, Parker. She had gone upstairs to change again when her mother told her that what she was wearing for dinner was not appropriate enough. She had come back dressed we'll, better than before and her mother had nodded in approval. Just then, a car had honked and they heard the car drove in. "That must be my husband." Her mother had told her, and she had rushed to the window. She drew the curtain back to confirm what she had said, and when she did, she had gone to meet him at the front door with a wide smile on her face. Sidney sat there, waiting for him to come inside so that she could meet him. It was the first time she was going to meet him physically, and she wanted to have a good chance at seeing him from a neutral perspective. Parker was a handsome man. He was tall and had a broad shoulders. He looked pretty young and good looking for his age.
The doorbell sounded in the hall across the sitting room. A maid went across, into the living room to see whoever had pressed the bell. She opened the door to find a stranger. “Good afternoon, I’m here to see Miss Sidney Allen.” He said. “Good afternoon, may I know your name sir?” She asked. Closing the door, she went to the sitting room to declare the stranger’s name and intentions. “Bradley Humphrey?” Puzzled. She asked the maid to let him in. She wondered how he got to be there, she couldn’t remember talking about the address to her mother’s house in Paris. When Brad appeared in the large French doorway of the sitting room, Sidney couldn’t believe her eyes. “Brad, what are you doing here?” Instead of answering her question, he went over to her mother and greeted her. “Nice to meet you too.” Claire replied. “You are most welcomed.” When he turned to Sidney, there was no longer a puzzled look on
"You both need to get out of here before the police arrive," the man behind the bar drawled as he took in the two men still groaning on the ground. "It's just a friendly advice. They won't care that you're right. Fighting in a bar isn't allowed here." He said, explaining further. Bradley had beaten them so much that they were lying on the floor. Sidney and Bradley had both gone out to the bar to just chill and those two men had walked up to Sidney when Bradley had gone to the bathroom. They had asked her if she wanted to dance, and she had told them no, but they had stayed on to ask her annoying questions. She had told them that they should leave her the hell alone and that her boyfriend would be there soon. They had laughed at her and said that she as lying and that she was only teasing them. One of then had even said that he saw the way Sidney was looking at them with a sexual look in her eyes and that she wanted to have sex with them bot
Sidney pushed down on the top of the french press and pour the delicious-smelling coffee into two substantial mugs. They sat close to each other and lapsed into silence. Sidney guessed that this was the moment where they were supposed to address what went down the night before, but it’s always hard to start. The world grinds to a halt around Sidney when he produced a simple black ring box. She stare at the tiny box and her mind and heart made an obvious leap in her chest. Bradley watched her jaw hit the floor and he laughed. "Yes, it's what you think. Sweetheart, will you marry me?" He asked her, looking pointedly at her. Her mouth went dry and she began to stammer. "But don't you think we should talk about this feud between our family and wait until it will be finalized?" She asked him. That was the only right thing to do. "No buts...just say yes, please." Bradley said. "Yes...ye
Bradley told Claire he would be going back to his hotel after they had talked again. Rising up to his feet, he walked towards the hall as Sidney followed him to the door. When Sidney came back to the living room, her mother had gone into the bedroom upstairs, and when she came back down to the room, she was holding a piece of paper. She sat down on the couch beside Sidney, and showed her the paper. On the heading of the paper was the name of some charity or the homeless home for kids. Among those names was a name that was written in a capital letter. Claire pointed to the name across the paper. "GREAT FUTURE." Sidney frowned. "What's this, mother." She asked. "It's the name of the home that Bradley was adopted from. She said. Confused, she looked at her mother and asked her what she had just said. "What did you just say, mother?" She asked. "I said it's the name of the home Bradley was adopted." She