"You mean you just meet him few weeks ago and you fall in love-"

"No not really I have met him at Christmas-"

"He teaches you to ride a Horse?"

"Yes.."

"You got a villian-"

"He sent you a love letter-"

"He blackmailed you-"

"Your father also blamed you-"

"Your friend helped you-"

"Which is supposed to be villian's brother-"

"Wowwww" they all said in union.

"Sounds like a fictional, self made love story." Growled Mr Jefferson drinking another glass of his alcohol.

"Don't listen to him." Said Peter. "We believe you."

"He is drunk."

"Heartbroken-"

"And idiot." Completed Dean.

Am really enjoying this company here.

"So what are you going to do?" Peter asked and all nodded.

"Hm...I don't know...maybe go there and say..hello Captain what's up?!!." I though hard. "Or how about this "I wanted to reply to your letter but a stinging capsicum take away the letter, and you know I was going to marry the same capsicum but I ran away"....the end."

"What?" Richard gave a disgusting look.

"You should eleborate your feeling."

"You should tell why you came Paris?"

"Hm.. actually I really don't know why am I going Paris...I will-" I started.

"Propose him."

"Yeay! Sure...the best proposal-"

"With a breathtaking lines-"

"A beautiful scene."

"Oh shut up you all!" I shouted. "Am not going to propose anybody. And why should I, I am Lady Adaira Louise Jannet Melanie Georgette Ambrose, I don't kneel down in front of people, they kneel in front of me-"

Ok maybe it was a little over, but still why would I?

"Hff! Oh our little friend have attitude huh?"

"So funny, 'people kneel in front of me' come on you love him."

"And you talk about feminism doesn't you?" Asked Peter. "So why should only man have the right to ask for marriage."

"You know this was a silly point." I said.

But am not that big feminist, I don't even consider myself a feminist.

This idea is disgusting really disgusting.

"I won't, I would just go and...and...ask him to...to... anyways I don't know how to propose..and.." Think. Think. Think.

"Adaira Louise Jannet Melnaie Georgette Ambrose, would you marry me??" Mr Jefferson, who I don't know when, was on his knee with a spoon in his hand. Everyone started laughing seeing his spoon.

He is drunk. He is drunk.

He is thier friend don't kill him with the knife, just don't. He isn't serious, he is not.

"It's Melanie not Melnaie by the way." I turned back towards others. "Why is he your friend? He is nothing like you all."

I can't believe he spell my name 90% correctly.

"Nobody understands my feelings, even my friends are laughing at me." He said making a duck face.

"I really doubt why is he our friend, anyways let's meet tomorrow it's been late." Listening Dean's word I rotate my neck to find only two three people left.

"Sure," I said standing up.

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The ship have been stopped, I gathered my belonging, which are just two gowns and bunch of knifes.

I hurriedly ran from the deck towards the land ahead.

Seems like it's been ages since I have seen lands, and the beauty of the unfamiliar country was breathtaking.

My plan was simply, if you consider it as a plan, I would be traveling with them to Paris, cause I don't know the way and they have been here before.

I don't know if I should trust them, but am sure I can trust my dear knifes.

Inhaling the salty wind last time I put my legs on the land.

"Ha! You are on time let's go before the coach depart." Dean said handling his three big suitcase.

"Just out of curiosity what work do you exactly do?" I asked them.

"Oh we are just-"

"Is this Lady coming with us?" Mr Jefferson asked as he was unaware of my presence.

"Ya she is and you are not. You always make our new friend uncomfortable. " Peter said. "And yah we work at Opera, any small or big role, or sometime any kind of help to the sweeping staff."

"Operaaa...suits you." I mumbled.

Obviously you can only find these type of jokers in opera.

"Time to proceed." I said as we start walking towards the nearby couch.

We were lucky enough to occupy seats on time. I had a window at one side and Peter at another.

Actually it was Mr Jefferson seating there with a huge grin on his face, which make Peter to have a fight-which only include blackmailing on the basis of the main singer of thier opera- to gain the seat next to me.

Once everything was quite, I was looking out of the window and was just thinking what.would.I.do?

What can I possibly do? Should I really propose Captain?

No. Hell. What am I even thinking.

But that's what I want doesn't I?
He had already asked, it's my turn to reply right?

It's my only chance. And it can both create or destroy my life.

Thinking back of what I did this month made me mad. My life had taken a 360° turn and that too a lot of time in these past week.

But it isn't time to think what have I done, cause thinking that just made me remember that my mother is there-alone- and Dalgliesh is still there.

I can't do anything now, I just can make a decision to have a better and peaceful life.

Peace. It was the think I was searching all these days and I will get it only when I confess to Captain, when we stay together. Be happy. And-

"You know rumours said when someone thinks so much they got wrinkles soon." A voice said distracting me.

A smile played of my lips. "All rumours aren't true, and can you just tell me where's the wrinkle on my face."

"Oh not yet." He shrugged. "Anyways I got some solid chocolates, interested??"

"Who says no to chocolate."

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That's all for this late update.

The book has been edited by Naturewolf14, thank you so much for giving your time to my silly mistakes.

And Cartaira is leading to its end, just 2more chapter left(which includes epilogue cause I can't stop imaging the scean I have in my mind, and can't go without sharing with you all)