La Vie En Rose

Chapter 11: La Vie En Rose

It's a beautiful spring morning when Carol and Therese start their day. The blonde's lips are in a smug grin ever since her girlfriend woke her up. Her face expression looks triumphant as she had won the debate about living together. Therese rolls her eyes when she watches her partner, knowing that Carol is just teasing her.

While the mother is dressing, the photographer prepares breakfast for them. She spreads avocado over Carol's toast and places tomatoes on top. Oranges get squeezed out for a juice, and a cappuccino drips down the coffee machine. Therese has a soft spot for their domestic relationship―It gives her a tingling feeling in her stomach. Arranging each other's meals got a part of their daily rhythm.

Carol enters the kitchen, dressed in black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt tucked into her pants. Her golden hair shimmers under the light and her sapphire-blue eyes sparkle. Therese stares at Carol with an intense gaze, still wondering after all these months how someone so fascinating is sharing a bed with her. It's all the little things about the blonde she admires. For example, her favourite one: The wrinkles that turn up around Carol's mouth and eyes whenever she puts her lips in a smile. Therese wants to kiss each one every time they appear. Or, the little laughs in her smooth, low voice. The sound makes the brunette's limbs weak. And, the intoxicating smell of her perfume. If she could describe the scent, she would say it's like picking up a red rose from the garden and inhaling the flower's fragrance. Thinking about, Carol is actually like a rose. She is gorgeous, intriguing, and fascinating. But most and foremost, she's Therese's favourite obsession.

Hand in hand, they are strolling along the pavement towards their soon-to-be home. Both giggle in excitement, recognizing that this is a further step into their future together. Pausing in front of a big, new building, Carol unlocks the front door with her key.

"So, where is it?" Therese asks in anticipation.

"We've to catch the elevator to go up," the blonde guides her.

"Oh, to which level?"

"Top floor."

Therese's eyes go wide. "At this point, I'm not even surprised anymore," she chuckles. The ride with the elevator takes several minutes until they reach the 11th floor. When they enter the place, the brunette lets out a screech, "Jeez, Carol!! You bought a freaking loft?" She turns to face her girlfriend with her mouth wide open, "You know what? I take it back. I am surprised."

The loft has a high ceiling, providing a vast living room, a dining room and a generous open kitchen. It's built with a white brick wall and a dark wooden floor. Not only offering the loft one bedroom, no―It has two with connecting bathrooms and separate toilets. Further, there's also an office room. An open staircase leads to the roof-top, which features a glistering infinity pool and a panoramic view over the city.

Standing outside on top of the terrace, Carol asks eagerly, "And, what do you think?"

"Honestly? It's stunning, and I love it. But...," she hesitates. "When we were walking around, I was counting how many organs I could sell to pay you half of the asking price... Carol, this place is insane!"

"Is it a little over the top?"

Therese grimaces, "Only a little?"

"Listen, Darling. There's something you should know...," Carol rubs her girlfriend's shoulders.

Therese whispers sarcastically, "Don't tell me you had to sleep with the owner to afford it..."

"What?!" Carol eyes at her in disbelief. Quickly, her face changes, "To be fair, I did some years ago..."

"You did WHAT?"

"Therese. First, I said 'some years ago'. Second, Harge's architectural office built and owns this building. A reason I got this place to an affordable price," she withdraws her arms from Therese's shoulder with a smirk.