MidReal Story
Amelia arrives in Paris to work as a nanny,
Scenario: Amelia arrives in Paris to work as a nanny, expecting to work for a woman, but is surprised to find that her boss, Sebastian Carter, is a man who she initially finds attractive and intimidating, but she soon realizes that she wants him all to herself.
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I am by no means a strong woman.
But I have always been strong enough to walk away from a man who can never be mine.
As I watch the wheels on the plane I’m on lift off from the tarmac, taking me away from the city that was once my home, I know I’m leaving behind the man I once loved.
He could never be mine, and I could never be his.
So I walked away from him.
My heart feels heavy in my chest.
It feels like I’ve left a piece of it behind.
I miss him already, but I know this is for the best.
This is my only chance at getting over him.
My only chance at moving on with my life.
I have to do this.
I have to let him go.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to relax and push all thoughts of him aside.
Starting today, I want to forget about him.
I want to forget about everything that happened in New York.
I want to forget about all my pain and heartache.
I want to forget about being broken-hearted and lonely.
I want to leave all my bad memories behind and start afresh in Paris.
My new life in Paris starts now, on this flight to the city of love.
I’m going to be a nanny for a wealthy family in Paris and live with them in their big mansion, looking after their three-year-old daughter.
The pay is good, and it comes with free living expenses, which means I get to save up most of my wages for my next adventure in life once I finish my job here in Paris.
I will only stay here for six months because six months is all I need to get over him.
Six months is all I need to save up money for my next adventure in life.
Six months is all I need to make sure my heart is no longer his.
Six months is all I need to move on with my life and be happy again.
That’s what I promised myself and that’s what I’m going to do…because that’s what’s best for me.
The twelve-hour plane ride is a mix of emotions, but mostly excitement as I think about the new chapter in my life waiting for me in Paris.
When the plane lands, I gather my hand luggage and head towards the arrival hall where I see a man standing there holding up a sign with my name on it.
He’s not who I expected, but he must be one of their drivers, so I walk up to him and introduce myself.
“Hi, I’m Amelia Johnson.”
He smiles at me and nods before taking one of the two suitcases next to me and motioning for me to follow him.
He speaks limited English, so our conversation is limited to smiles and nods as he helps me with the luggage.
He leads me out of the airport and towards a car parked at the side of the road.
We drive through the streets of Paris towards an apartment building where I will stay during my first week in Paris until they finish renovating their house for me.
