Izzy & Noah

Seventy - two : Beautiful night in Paris

I am amazed by the apartment and all it has to offer. A basket of fruit and champagne awaits us in the bedroom.

Strawberries, grapes, bananas. And Dom Perignon. It all looks so luxurious. And I'm not that kind of girl, I'm simple, simple.

Have you seen this champagne? I call to Noah, who's wandering who knows where.

I'm the one who ordered it. Noah replies.

˝You're not allowed to drink alcohol because of the medication, are you? I reply, looking at him a little strangely.

Don't worry, darling, it's all for you. You deserve it. ˝ Noah says, walking over to me and stroking my cheek.

It's a small gesture that lights a fire in me, I finally belong somewhere, I'm finally whole. I am whole. For the first time in my life, I feel loved, this is the feeling that all the romantic films talk about, this is the feeling that all the romantic books describe.

"But if I drink all this, I'll be drunk, because I didn't eat much during the day. ˝ I say worriedly to Noah.

˝I'll take care of you, don't worry, it's just the two of us now, we've got the evening to ourselves. We can do whatever we want. ˝ Noah replies, reassuring me with these words.

Look how clear the sky is, how many stars you can see, and the tower shines in all its glory. Noah replies, shifting my thoughts and my gaze from the bed to the view.

Glass instead of a wall reveals the beauty of a part of the city.

˝Wow. ˝ I say, apparently that is a common word with me today, because I cannot help but marvel at the beauty and all that goes with it. I look at the beauty.

"Darling, I don't want to rush you, but we have to be at the restaurant in an hour, so maybe it's a good idea to start tidying up, because you know you need a bit more time. And while you're tidying up, I'll make you some champagne. ˝Noah reminds me with a smile.

˝Who said I wouldn't just go in my tracksuit? ˝ I joke back.

˝I know you too well to know that you won't do that. ˝ Noah replies.

I laugh. How many things you notice, how facial expressions give you away, gestures. And of course, the way you dress, the make-up.

I like to be groomed, always. Wherever I go, unless I'm at home and I'm expecting no one, then I'm usually quite dishevelled, in my tracksuit, with my top pulled up and my face unmade.

At least most days when I'm not working, but when I am working, I always have make-up on, at least minimal make-up, I colour my eyelashes with mascara, my eyebrows are thick and brown so they don't need any special care, and I usually colour my lips red because I'm pale and I look like a ghost if they're without colour. I lightly tint my cheeks with bronzer to get that summer glow look.

I go to the suitcase in the living room. I open it and choose an outfit. There is a red silk dress, which is definitely one of the more expensive items in my wardrobe.

I wore this dress on New Year's Eve when Katy and I went to the Crystal Club, when I met Luke and Ben.

Maybe I could wear it today to correct the events that happened to it. I remember the fight Noah and I had, I remember when I left and Katy ran after me. I erase the memories because I want to write new ones.

This dress needs better memories.

In my suitcase I'm still looking for shoes, high heels, I took a double pair, a pair of leather and a pair of black salons.

" Can I ask you something stupid? ˝ I call Noah, maybe he can help me. Noah has an amazing taste in fashion and clothing combinations.

He says thoughtfully as he comes out from behind me and starts to laugh when he sees what I'm holding in my hand.