The Maid and Her Lady Knight Part 9
Hey guys!!! Just watching TDWP in TV woop woop. Oh how I adore it.
Question: Anybody living in London or knowing it quiet good? I am going there in september and wondered if anybody could give me good advices since I am just staying there for 4 days.
Any help is greatly appreaciated and will be rewarded with a virtual cupcake :D ;)
Thanks in advance!
Yours
Lea
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Seeing Miranda wander through the grocery story, with that elegant swing of her hips, asking her way through the dozens of racks, people staring after her, it was such a joy.
She even insisted on pushing the cart, since I still had to recover. I really tried to convince her otherwise but she showed me that icy persona and I had no choice.
“Alright I got everything I need, now what do you want me to make for dessert?”
“I haven't had real american pancakes in ages...”
“Lucky you. My second name is pancake-fairy. At least my girls think so.”
“Really? This would be so awesome!”
“Sure. Each a pair of pancakes, with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream and strawberry-sauce. Yes I am definitely capable of creating this.”
And oh how right she was. Somehow I had managed the meal Miranda had challenged me to do but she rocked the dessert. We sat on the couch, munching on the pancakes, already so full but couldn't stop.
After managing to inhale properly again she stood up and stretched a bit.
“During the next days my work will lessen day by day, maybe you can show me a bit of Berlin. I haven't seen anything yet and Nigel is useless as a guide. He has no orientation at all.”
Looking up at her I smiled brightly.
“It would be my pleasure. Anything special you would like to see?”
Miranda shook her head “Surprise me. Whatever you think is worth seeing.”
Shortly after we went to bed, both exhausted and yawing uncontrollably.
“Goodnight Pancake-Fairy.”
It was meant as a joke but her reply was deadly serious “Never give me nicknames in public.”
My heart rushed into my pants. “Sorry I didn't mean to upset you...it was just a joke. They were just as perfect as you described them and ….”
“Andréa, I said in public.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “This was a warning.”
I nodded my understanding and gulped.
“Relax” she went ahead into her room and then I could hear a softly whispered “Goodnight Bambi.”
And that was me. Well is, till today. She's my fairy and I'm her Bambi.
-
We made a great team during the next days. Her appetite for discovering Berlin never deceased and during the last two days we were strolling through the streets, arms linked and talking without ever getting annoyed by eachother.
I can't remember who started the physical contact because it felt so natural. Even having a meal at “Shiso Burger”, a small average restaurant with delicious burgers and sweet-potato-fries she seemed to enjoy. It seemed that she hadn't have so much fun in a long time and finally being able to just be herself.
Whenever it seemed that a paparazzi was following us, she had pulled away. Tensing, talking differently, behaving very distant.
I discovered the two women inside Miranda and fell more and more for both. On the last evening of Berlin we sat on the floor, pillows spread around for some comfort. Her head rested in my lap and she was almost asleep.
“Bambi?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I stroked through the soft iconic white hair.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me. So many emotions flittered through them.
“Making me feel normal again. Not being careful. You treated me as a friend not some holy fashion goddess....It can be so exhausting and especially Nigel is walking on eggshells since I got divorced a few months ago. Everybody is so scared and of course I keep them on their toes but my friends forgot who I really am.”
My heart broke a little, seeing this strong woman struggle under her own burden.
“You really don't need to thank me. I had a wonderful time and if you keep me around I will try to make your other friends see you again.”
Miranda sat up and hugged me tightly.
“I hoped you would stick around.”
So this is how we got to be friends. This was the Berlin story and then came New York...
Question: Anybody living in London or knowing it quiet good? I am going there in september and wondered if anybody could give me good advices since I am just staying there for 4 days.
Any help is greatly appreaciated and will be rewarded with a virtual cupcake :D ;)
Thanks in advance!
Yours
Lea
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Seeing Miranda wander through the grocery story, with that elegant swing of her hips, asking her way through the dozens of racks, people staring after her, it was such a joy.
She even insisted on pushing the cart, since I still had to recover. I really tried to convince her otherwise but she showed me that icy persona and I had no choice.
“Alright I got everything I need, now what do you want me to make for dessert?”
“I haven't had real american pancakes in ages...”
“Lucky you. My second name is pancake-fairy. At least my girls think so.”
“Really? This would be so awesome!”
“Sure. Each a pair of pancakes, with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream and strawberry-sauce. Yes I am definitely capable of creating this.”
And oh how right she was. Somehow I had managed the meal Miranda had challenged me to do but she rocked the dessert. We sat on the couch, munching on the pancakes, already so full but couldn't stop.
After managing to inhale properly again she stood up and stretched a bit.
“During the next days my work will lessen day by day, maybe you can show me a bit of Berlin. I haven't seen anything yet and Nigel is useless as a guide. He has no orientation at all.”
Looking up at her I smiled brightly.
“It would be my pleasure. Anything special you would like to see?”
Miranda shook her head “Surprise me. Whatever you think is worth seeing.”
Shortly after we went to bed, both exhausted and yawing uncontrollably.
“Goodnight Pancake-Fairy.”
It was meant as a joke but her reply was deadly serious “Never give me nicknames in public.”
My heart rushed into my pants. “Sorry I didn't mean to upset you...it was just a joke. They were just as perfect as you described them and ….”
“Andréa, I said in public.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “This was a warning.”
I nodded my understanding and gulped.
“Relax” she went ahead into her room and then I could hear a softly whispered “Goodnight Bambi.”
And that was me. Well is, till today. She's my fairy and I'm her Bambi.
-
We made a great team during the next days. Her appetite for discovering Berlin never deceased and during the last two days we were strolling through the streets, arms linked and talking without ever getting annoyed by eachother.
I can't remember who started the physical contact because it felt so natural. Even having a meal at “Shiso Burger”, a small average restaurant with delicious burgers and sweet-potato-fries she seemed to enjoy. It seemed that she hadn't have so much fun in a long time and finally being able to just be herself.
Whenever it seemed that a paparazzi was following us, she had pulled away. Tensing, talking differently, behaving very distant.
I discovered the two women inside Miranda and fell more and more for both. On the last evening of Berlin we sat on the floor, pillows spread around for some comfort. Her head rested in my lap and she was almost asleep.
“Bambi?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I stroked through the soft iconic white hair.
She opened her eyes and looked up at me. So many emotions flittered through them.
“Making me feel normal again. Not being careful. You treated me as a friend not some holy fashion goddess....It can be so exhausting and especially Nigel is walking on eggshells since I got divorced a few months ago. Everybody is so scared and of course I keep them on their toes but my friends forgot who I really am.”
My heart broke a little, seeing this strong woman struggle under her own burden.
“You really don't need to thank me. I had a wonderful time and if you keep me around I will try to make your other friends see you again.”
Miranda sat up and hugged me tightly.
“I hoped you would stick around.”
So this is how we got to be friends. This was the Berlin story and then came New York...