From Pemberley to Manhattan [COMPLETED]

Chapter 65

STILL SEVEN DAYS IN PARIS

Nat

No need to tell things were sparking between Darcy and me that evening. To make matters even hotter (was it possible? Yes, it was), we decided to have a romantic dinner in our Parisian apartment.

Well, the romantic part was not explicit, but it was definitely in the air. From the candles on the wrought-iron table and spread over the balconies, to the delicious French wine we'd carefully selected in a lovely shop near Luxembourg Garden, everything screamed "Get under the sheets, you two!"

The food itself was romantic. It took Darcy almost three hours to get the tomato sauce right, like my dad had taught him. By the time he was satisfied with the result, he was covered in it. What was I thinking about in that moment? How great that sauce would taste if I licked it off his skin. Don't you dare judge me! Trust me, you'd want the same thing if you were in my shoes.

I set the table while Darcy chose some music for us. I couldn't wait to find out what he'd select. There was a radio station playing Édith Piaf. He heard her for a couple of minutes and changed. I loved her, but it took a special mood to hear Piaf. Still, I was curious to learn Darcy's impressions.

"Didn't you enjoy the music that was playing?"

Our eyes met, his smile a reflection of mine. "Quite the opposite, Miss Nathalie. It is beautiful. The lady sings with her heart. However, she made me sad, somehow."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I finished setting the wine glasses, and he finally chose a radio station that was playing some Jazz. Perfect. And perfectly romantic.

So, there we were, having great food, a delicious wine, with an outstanding view, lovely music and lively conversation. Two cats established themselves in the next door's balcony to people-watch, one of them circling the other non-stop. We considered them cute, until they started meowing. Pretty loud.

Then, one of the cats, the caramel one, grabbed the black one by the neck. The cat being bitten began making terrible noises. Finally, the caramel furred monster mounted the fragile black kitten.

"We need to help", I was kind of pissed at Darcy's negligence. "This beast's hurting the kitty!" With that, Darcy actually laughed! What a cruel thing to do! How could he laugh while the kitten was meowing her lungs out, the poor creature! "Won't you do anything, Darcy?"

"What should I do exactly, Miss Nathalie?" He had to speak very loud to be heard with all the clamor going on.

"I don't know!" He gave me an amusing glance, which infuriated me. "Do something gentlemanlike! Just pretend this kitten is a damsel in distress!"

"Well, were she a damsel, I would leave the balcony in order to give them some privacy", he replied politely, his I-know-all smile playing on his lips.

"What the flock are you talking about?" I was furious, until I recognized some of the movements the cats were making. Oh, right. Now I got it. They were... mating. I blushed deeply with the realization of my stupidity. Besides, I kind of felt jealous of the kitty.

How pathetic my life was, I considered, while Darcy kept laughing.

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