Wine. Rachel couldn’t think of any other liquid that could quench her thirst better than a 2005 bottle of Château Barreyres. It was her favorite, ever since the time she had snuck a bottle from her Father’s collection, back to her bedroom the night of her fourteenth birthday. She’d divided it between her five best friends, pouring small amounts into some plastic cups she had also picked up on the way back from the wine cellar. She remembered how their faces had twisted in disgust upon the first sip, but the Red Bordeaux slid down her throat like silk.
“Wine will always taste better in Paris,” Frank said, swiveling his glass under his nose.
“Cheers to that,” Rachel smiled, raising her glass before taking a sip.
The two had been in France for a week, working on their joint project Autumn Falls. The best selling novel, now almost a movie, seemed as if it would prove to be their most successful project yet. However, to Rachel, this movie was bringing a lot more to her life than just the heavy paycheck. It also included many uninterrupted hours of time with Frank Marshal. Although she hated to admit it, she was completely head over heels for him. Frank was smart, intelligent, and romantic. His smile made her knees go weak, and when she was with him she went dizzy with bliss. The fact that they had only been dating for three months, and Rachel was this in love didn’t scare her friends nearly as much as it did herself.
Peeling her gaze away from Frank, she turned her head towards the busy streets of Paris. Seated on the balcony of Frank’s gorgeous hotel room, they had a great view of the city below. The street lights were dim, but you still managed to make out everything. From the arguing couple seated on a park bench, to the street artists painting the french women passing by. The lack of light made the setting romantic, which is one thing Paris will always do right. Maybe I’m not in love with Frank, Rachel mused, maybe I’m just in love with Paris.
It could be true. France had been one of her favorite places since childhood. She felt at home in the country, more so than ever did in America or Australia. French rolled of her tongue easier than English, and she couldn’t get enough of the food. If Rachel was honest with herself, she wouldn’t mind missing her flight home. She’d stay in Paris forever.
“You’re beautiful.” Frank said, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Rachel turned back to him, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. So are you. She wanted to say, but she knew the comment would only ruin the moment. He did, however, look rather beautiful. Or to put it in a more manly term: handsome. With light brown hair, hazel eyes, and Rachel had to admit his face must have been sculpted by an artist. It was just so… chiseled? She felt herself blush again, embarrassed by the thought. This was what he did to her. Every second spent with Frank was both glorious and nerve racking. He made her feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. Which was quite annoying because even when Rachel was a school girl her crushes never had an affect on her like this one did.
Frank reached over and laid his hand on hers, and before she knew it they were kissing. She felt herself slipping into a dream like state as her hands laced through his hair. He pulled his arms around her waist and started to smile between kisses. “Rachel,” he breathed, breaking away from the kiss, “I- I love you.” He looked down, and took another breath. “I know this might sound insane, but honestly? I couldn’t see myself with anyone else, ever. You’re it for me Rachel, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Frank reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a little black box. Slowly he opened it to reveal a silver band, the diamond was encased in small silver petals, resembling a rose. It was stunning.
Everything seemed to stop for a moment. The music playing from the streets bellow, the flashing yellow light on Frank’s blackberry, even her heartbeat had paused. He loves her! Her and nobody else! She found herself wanting to scream with joy, and cry all at the same time. This wasn’t a school girl crush, and this man was most certainly not Zac, Jackson, or Collin. He was the guy she wanted to move in with, and marry. The one that she could never, for even a second imagine loosing interest in. He was the one that every heartbreak had led up to. And she loved him, completely, wholeheartedly, without a shadow of a doubt.
“I love you too,” she smiled, “You’re it for me, Frank.”
If you even take the time to read this whole thing, pleas accept a HUGE thank you. I know WordPress has started to dwindle down, and I feel hardly anyone is active anymore. Well, who would have thought I’d end up having Rachel tie the knot? This is a really sentimental post for me because I feel like it’s an official close to Rachel’s life as not only a STAR, but as just as a young adult. She’s an adult now, she’s about to get married, and I guess the character is just a little out of my league. Not to say that I won’t eventually end up trying to carry on her life as Mrs. Marshal, because if inspiration strikes I totally will! I just think it was time to give WordPress a final goodbye, for both myself, and Rachel Woodlands.
I hope WordPress will come back and be as lively as it was when I first started, for both the newcomers and the ones still writing.
Anyways, this is getting way to long. Thank you for reading, commenting, or anything you ever did to get my blog to 6,077 views. It really means a lot to me.
Rachel Grace Woodlands.