Love And Desires

'ARE you Ready?'.

The man in a charcoal grey two pieced suit standing by the wide window of his office asked firmly, the woman who was now clicking the keypad of a laptop.

'Ready sir', she confirmed firmly.

'To: Emily Lloyd

Subject: Re: The Contract

From: Lewis Young

As you know, The news of the contracted marriage has been a shock to us all Miss Lloyd. A very unexpected arrangement we were not given time to anticipate for. So it is with great interest that I bestow upon you the chance to meet. There are some terms and conditions we are to follow if this were to work. I would agree on your terms as long as you agree on mine. We are to meet at the Fermstones, Washington DC by 6:00pm. I will arrange a very formal setting for us to discuss our marital organization. I will be expecting you Miss Lloyd'.

All this he had said with consistence and no hesitation. His aura was cold, his expression grim and curt. As he had his hands folded behind, he brooded over the tiny needles of rain drizzling on the wide frame of the glass. His midnight blue eyes sharp and intense.

'Send now', he said with the hint of certainty in his voice.

'Done Mr Young', intimidated, the woman had said.

'You are excused', He'd ottered with prominence.

'Yes sir', she said as she exited the premises.

Young was not very pleased with the arrangements. He was aware of the contracted marriage from birth but was not aware it would commence soon after the death of Sir Kyle Young, his uncle. Now, he would have to face the unexpected with a young lady said to be Emily Lloyd. Thorough research and investigation had made Lloyd known to him as an isolophilia.

Status; A working bachelorette who majored in photography. (Emily is seen in her work office. which was a small, scruffy room that offered a job from FPG limited as an editor. Work is done for the day, she walks out of the building, under the freezy drizzles of rain, and into her car)

Description; she was a pale, brunette Lilliputian with russet-brown eyes a little too big for her lean face. Heart shaped lips and nose pointed and sharp (Emily is seen taking a look at herself in the mirror, conveying her hair in a single braid) Figure skinny, scruffy and lean.

Origin Information and biography: Originated from Camden London, Born in Washington DC. Date of birth, 4th of July 2001 (Lewis takes a seat, scans her information and biography thoroughly, his gaze, intense and hardened) A descendant of prominent members of the aristocracy, now late, Kennett and Cassidy Lloyd. Died 2017.

Other information: Is a girl scout, volunteers in the Girl's heart homeless shelter (Emily is seen baking at the homeless shelter as she had volunteered to serve food to the homeless) Lives with a family, Angelica, in Seattle, Washington DC (Emily is seen walking into her apartment, closing the door behind her and exchanging words of greetings with her aunt) Close relations with College friends, Abigail drew and Rachel Hampton(Emily is seen, receiving a message from friends Rachel and Abigail on a group chat platform) Other close relations with Cynical photographer, Mr Mason Amberfield (The door bell rings, Emily opens to come face to face with flowers, sent from Amberfield)

His research had been correct, every nook and cranny. He now awaited. Awaited for the unknown. Awaited for Lloyd.

***

'DELIVERY for Miss Lloyd', The young, tanned skinned delivery man in uniform, holding in his hands a bouquet of flowers, reported as Emily opened the door to her apartment.

Emily offered a bright smile, 'Come in Tony', The delivery man came in and Emily gestured for him to lay the flowers on the oak desk by the kitchen.

'Thank you Tony, and send my greetings to your boss okay?',

'Okay Miss Lloyd', Tony said, smiling brightly towards Emily as he made his way out.

'It's Emily, by the way', She corrected leading him out on the door step.

'Sorry-er-Emily',

'Have a nice day tony', she said before waving and closing the door on him.

Her attention veered towards the white roses, they were beautiful. She loved white roses.

'Flowers from Amberfield again', The older antithesis of Emily, who was now busing on the computer shut Emily a knowing stare.

'Yes, and why do you say it like it's a bad thing. They're just flowers, from my boss', Emily defended knowing well enough what Angelica was thinking.

'Yeah, flowers with a note on them. check it out', Angelica headed towards the note that Emily obviously had missed.

'I didn't know that, how did you?', Emily asked waspishly.

'This is the third time this week he's sent flowers, and it's Tuesday. I guess I didn't need eyes to see that coming',

'Would you stop that', Emily grounded as she strunted towards the counter where the flowers were placed.

Prickling open the note, "Wish you were here love. Consider the offer, Amberfield". The note read.

'He's love struck', Angelica teased

'He is not, he's just reminding me of the offer from headquarters. You know, the apprentice program?', Emily reminded.

'Yeah, sure, Wish you were here Love', She persistently teased.

'Do you make a living out of teasing Angelica, Don't forget I'm already in some kind of contracted marriage. it's not ever going to be possible between I and Mason you know?', Emily reminded, as she replaced the vase of the flower and watered it for a few while.

For a moment, Angelica remained silent before ottering, 'Speaking of which... You've got a message'.

'Message? from who?',

'who else',

Lewis Young, Emily sharply thought and for a second, she could feel the rising surge of excitement crawl up her spine. Hiding a smile, she made her way across the room and towards the computer. (Emily reads the mail sent from Lewis and her excitement died and turned into uncertainty. Why was this so curt and formal, she thought)

'A message from the ice prince here, can be a mood changer. So you're finally going to meet him. Excited?',

'I am, but I doubt he is', her tone was void of its former excitement. She let out a sigh.

'What do you think, should I go',

'Do you have a choice?',

***