adelaide 07/12/19

Posted on June 06, 2018 by lix

She descends the stairs made of stained and polished wood, a slender hand sliding gently along the railing as each step carries her closer to the foyer of her large home. Only a stride or two behind her, as they always seemed to be from the day they'd been gifted to her, two large beaucerons â€" the male black and tan while the female was blue merle â€" trail after the French woman whose long locks of rich dark cocoa cascade over slender shoulders and to the middle of her back, bouncing lightly with her easy and slow strides. It was the first morning since she and her beloved Taylor had returned to the city from their little getaway that Adelaide felt like she could actually breathe, hardly concerned with having to hurry herself in getting ready and leaving the comforts of her home to attend to the bistro on the shores of the southern district. How busy things have been for not only her, but the man she so loved... While it was mostly on part of the former noblewoman simply for the fact that Elain regrettably informed her of needing to leave the Beachside Bar and Bistro due to her schooling being so very demanding recently. Though the woman had some sort of intuition that the honey-blonde woman was occupied with much more than college classes, Adelaide hardly tried to pry, only having given the girl a gentle smile of understanding, telling her that she would always have a part-time place there whenever things settled. Now, it might not have been such a thing to require so much of Adelaide's attention, but it was just shortly after Elain had left that the French woman suddenly found herself without a manager. Before she'd left with Taylor, she'd happily decided to give Killian a promotion to manager of her pride and joy. The man was promising, a hard worker by the likes of few she'd known â€" aside from her Taylor, of course. Considering Killian had served not only as the host for the bistro, but also filled the position of bartender, Adelaide found her presence being entirely necessary to keep things moving smoothly.

As one should expect here in Sacrosanct, summer was a busy time of the year, tourists coming from all around to see the city, many of them crowding the warm, sandy shores of the beach and often ending up in her establishment when the time came for food and refreshments. This, in turn, meant that poor Abby and the two other waitresses were getting rather busy, the cooks working tirelessly to keep up with the seemingly endless onslaught of orders coming and going from the kitchen, and the French woman found herself in the position of hostess, seating customers and cleaning tables. It was great for business, and it made Adelaide proud to see her little bistro so busy during these past few weeks, but in the same moment, she'd been making sacrificed in her own life that she hadn't been exactly keen on. And, considering Townsend had phoned her to let her know he would be staying overseas a little while longer due to some events in his family that needed him there, the only other individual whom she would have trusted to fill the manager and bartender position for her was unavailable. If anything, the Englishman being away made her home feel so... empty. Perhaps even a little lonely, despite the constant and comforting presence of the dogs. Now, Adelaide was far from dependent on the presence of others nearby to be content with her day to day life, she would not deny that Taylor being so busy and her working hours being so long was beginning to take a toll on her spirits a bit. How she missed his close company, his playful words and charming smile always having been an adored sight as she would impishly reply to the man who'd managed to steal her heart when she'd been far from ready to place it in the hands of another. She missed those moments where they would sit closely together, his strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulling her slender frame close to his own strong and well-muscled build. His touch, his affections, their intimate moments... there really wasn't anything about him that she wasn't left yearning for these past few weeks.

Bare feet make their way over tile floors as she walks through the hallway and into the kitchen, still adorning the white silk nightgown accented with lace across the bust and along the bottom, hanging over her with thin and delicate spaghetti straps. For the first time since returning from that getaway with Taylor she'd never wanted to ever end, Adelaide was able to take a day off for herself â€" and, with luck, perhaps she would get to spend at least a little time with Taylor. The search had been with some difficulty and there'd been a fair number of individuals whom she'd interviewed and considered, but the manager's position filled at last. At least, for the time being. Jameson seemed like a promising young man with a little experience in such a field, though she knew well that those who were youthful were less likely to settle into a permanent place than those who with a dozen or more years of having lived life. However, the French woman would keep him for as long as he performed well and desired to stay. It gave her time to attend to other matters that were not entirely related with the bistro. Like growing her relationship with the man she loved, and naturally, this resulted in the small smile dancing across her soft lips this morning. Despite Townsend being away, she knew that Taylor would still be showing up on time for the landscaping that he still did for her. Though, if all went the way Adelaide was planning, that would change for something she was nearly certain he would be much happier doing. Remembering those very workings she'd been going over in what little spare time she's had lately, eyes of glittering sage flicker over to the granite counters of the kitchen island to the left of the hallway to see the paperwork for her little surprise sitting there on the bar where she'd left them. Moving over to retrieve them, she tucks them beneath the rest of the mail she'd gotten last night, hiding them for now, knowing well that the last thing he'd do was to go rummaging through things.

Satisfied, Adelaide turns to the refrigerator, opening the stainless steel appliance and removing from its confines a carton of eggs, a half-gallon of milk, and a variety of vegetables. In that moment, she is taken back to the very first breakfast she'd made him, and her heart softens at the memory. It was almost impossible for her to think that they've known each other for almost an entire year now. How could she forget that first night when he'd come to her aide when she never would have asked for it, getting her away from that barbarian of a drunken man who'd been all too keen on trying to take her home with him like she were some lady of the night? The answer was simple â€" she couldn't. Yet, how little she'd known of where the future would have taken them, bringing the French woman and the man to where they were now, only just beginning to really make a life together. However, she would hardly have it any other way. If anything, she'd admittedly been daydreaming of that small apartment of his, where they'd built that pillow fort... where they'd made love for the very first time... Such fond memories flicker through her mind as Adelaide beginning preparing and cooking the scramble, glancing over to the small oak table for two sitting there in the small breakfast nook. It is upon that surface, gleaming in the early morning sunlight filtering through glass French doors leading into the backyard that her gaze settles affectionately over the Navajo pottery vase that rests at the center of the table. But one of the few souvenirs Adelaide had selected for herself as a memento from the gift shop only a few miles from the abandoned western town's they'd explored after leaving behind the little old village where she'd taken Taylor horseback riding for his very first time. Admiring the beautiful etched design and rich red hue accented with turquoise glaze, she thinks to herself that it needed flowers. Maybe later today, she would stop by a florist and purchase an arrangement for it...

Turning her gaze away from the vase, Adelaide continues cooking the meal she hoped to share with Taylor, Reginald and Rose contentedly draped on the cool russet-colored tile in the kitchen, observing the French woman who begins to hum softly to herself. It shouldn't be much longer now... and oh, how her heart soared just thinking of that charming smile she so very hoped he would greet her with.

Adelaide Claire LaBelle
i'm the hero of my own story; i don't need a knight in shining armor

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