Can You Mend My Broken Heart?

286 That dinner with a lake view - 1

Entering her room, she slumped on the bed, her entire head colluded with all jumbled thoughts.

The entire time that she spent walking from the meeting room to her own room, she felt like something was going on wrong. It was not her hallucination, these were so not the thoughts randomly occupying her head. This was concrete evidence of his presence.

She knew it was him, but she had no way to prove it. She had no way to grab onto him and to force him to stay with her till eternity.

But she knew one thing for sure that she had to try.

Her heart was still erratic because of his touch, her thirst unquenched as he left her bereft, at the mercy of nothing but memories.

But before she could think of anything else, her stomach grumbled.

She was all famished and her heart longed for some good comfort food, for the whole day had taken a toll on her, both emotionally and physically.

She walked up to the desk and picked up the room service menu and flipped through it and settled on pasta and cold pressed orange juice. After deciding on what to eat, she called up the room service.

"Hello"

"Hello, Miss. How can I help you?"

"I am calling from Room No. 1107. Can I have room service for item number 49 and 6 from the menu?".

"I am very sorry to say Miss, but our room services are closed for today as we are understaffed due to recent flu outbreak".

"Wait, what?"

"Yes, ma'am. I apologize for the inconvenience, but since you are a prime customer of ours, we have booked a lovely dinner for you near our lakeside restaurant - Savoy Grill, where you will be presented with a chef's special menu, cooked by none other than Gordon Ramsay himself who is our guest chef for tonight".

"Gordon Ramsay? You mean THE Gordon Ramsay?"

"Yes ma'am, absolutely. A little something to make your evening special".

"Sounds swell to me".

"Ok then, I will book a table for two near.."

"ONE, table for one", Akira interrupted.

"My apologies ma'am. Just tell your room number once you reach there. I have reserved a nice Lakeview seat for you".

"Thank you"

"Thank you, ma'am. Enjoy your stay at The Savoy".

She got up and then stood in front of the mirror. Looking at herself she touched her pendant and slowly whispered,

"Please come to me. Don't make me wait. Please be real for God's sake".

Saying that she picked out a nice evening gown from her suitcase. She knew it was stupid of her, but she hoped against hope to meet him again. She didn't care if it was just a hallucination, because even if it was, she wanted to look pretty in it.

Her dress was a nice silk-satin mix, flowy turquoise color gown, with transparent shoulder straps. The hemline was asymmetrical, running as low as her ankle and as high as her thighs, giving a glimpse of her legs every now and then as she walked.

She brushed her hair and added a hint of rose on her lips and cheeks. It was probably after ages that she was getting ready with enthusiasm and a bit of eagerness. She wore her pearl earrings and then matched her outfit with a pair of pearly white stilettoes.

After so many days of corporate life, she had now mastered to walk on eggshells.

Her simplicity made her look even more dignified. She didn't need any accessory to look pretty because her smile was enough to make the heads turn as she entered the restaurant. In a second she had gathered many admirers.

Leaning on the wall, behind the pillar, even he was one of them.