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So, the thing is; it has been almost two week since Enid and Wednesday slept together and made out. And Wednesday was craving for Enid’s proximity. Meanwhile keeping up with her last semester at school, she was trying to come up with excuses to fly back England and kiss Enid.
Their relationship started growing bigger and stronger than she thought before. It was unusual for the Addams girl, when you consider her perspective regarding about the emotions and love.
However, Enid Sinclair, have this power on her, which she couldn’t deny herself.
It was driving Wednesday crazy. But a good kind of craziness.
As she was having breakfast and scrolling through Instagram, she saw Yoko’s post, which was about her collaboration with Jacquemus, and they were going to attend Paris Fashion Week.
Wednesday immediately opened her e-mail app and typed out a quick mail to Enid.
From: Wednesday Addams <wednesdaymerlinaddams.com>
To: Enid Sinclair
Her Royal Highness Princess Enid of Whatever,
Don’t make me learn your actual title.
Are you going to be at the Paris Fashion Week to support your best friend’s collaboration with Jacquemus at the weekend?
First Daughter of Your Former Colony
RE: PARIS?
From: Enid Sinclair <[email protected]>
To: Wednesday Addams
Wednesday, First Daughter of Off-Brand England,
First, you should know how terribly inappropriate it is for you to intentionally botch my title.
I could have you made into a royal settee cushion for that kind of lèse-majesté. Fortunately for you, I do not think you would complement my sitting room decor.
Secondly, no, I will not be attending the Paris Fashion Week; I have a previous engagement. You shall have to find someone else to accost in a room.
Regards,
Her Royal Highness Princess Enid of Wales
RE: PARIS?
From: Wednesday Addams < wednesdaymerlinaddams.com >
To: Enid Sinclair
Huge Raging Headache Princess Enid of Who Cares,
It is amazing you can sit down to write emails with that gigantic royal stick up your ass. I seem to remember you really enjoying being “accosted” in a specific red room.
Everyone there is going to be boring anyway.
What are you doing?
Merlina First Daughter of Hating Royals
RE: PARIS?
From: Enid Sinclair <[email protected]>
To: Wednesday Addams
Merlina, First Daughter of Shirking Responsibilities:
A royal stick is formally known as a “scepter.”
I’ve been sent to a summit in Germany to act as if I know anything about wind power. The monarchy has decided we care about sustainable energy, apparently —or at least that we want to appear to.
Re: fashion week guests, I thought you said I was boring?
Regards,
Harangued Royal Highness Enid
From: Wednesday Addams < wednesdaymerlinaddams.com >
To: Enid Sinclair
Horrible Revolting Heiress,
It’s recently come to my attention you’re not quite as boring as I thought. Sometimes.
Namely when you’re doing the thing with your mouth.
Merlina, First Daughter of Questionable Emails
From: Enid Sinclair <[email protected]>
To: Wednesday Addams
Merlina, First Daughter of Inappropriately Timed Emails When I’m in Early Morning Meetings: Are you trying to get fresh with me?
Regards,
Charming Royal Heretic
From: Wednesday Addams < wednesdaymerlinaddams.com >
To: Enid Sinclair
Her Royal Horniness,
If I were trying to get fresh with you, you would know it.
For example: My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it. Since the moment your lips met mine, I've been unable to cease my musings on you. Your tender caresses have taken up residence in my mind, and the mere prospect of experiencing them once more sets my heart ablaze with longing. I find myself powerless to deny the enchantment of your embrace, and I fear I shall wilt and wither should I be denied the bliss of your kiss once more. I hate you, but I will die if I also don’t kiss you.
I was also thinking you might know how to pick French cheeses. Not my area of expertise.
Tell your dearest friend to send out two invitations for fashion week. One for me and one for Divina.
Merlina First Daughter of Cheese Shopping
From: Enid Sinclair <[email protected]>
To: Wednesday Addams
Merlina, First Daughter of Making Me Spill My Tea in Said Early Morning Meeting:
It never occurred to me that you would be so desperate for me to kiss you. But I must say my dear, it has been entirely too long since I felt the warmth of your lips too.
I see that the English language has already made a mark on your mode of speech, has it? All it takes is a few moments in the presence of an English Crown Princess, and you'll be speaking like a character from a Jane Austen novel.
So, are you ready to court me with your newly acquired gentlemanly charm and chivalry, Mr. Darcy? I shall be ready with my witty retorts and sharp tongue, just like Elizabeth Bennet.
I will try to get out of Germany.
Ps: Check your inbox for the invitations ;)
Enid
***
Enid, in fact, did get out of Germany. She had been in touch with Wednesday and managed to go to Paris with Yoko.
They are going to stay at the same hotel, but obviously in different rooms. It is Paris Fashion Week, and there will be tabloids everywhere. Wednesday is already sweating under her coat, the thought of seeing Enid again is just awakening new emotions in her stomach, the kind of emotions which she would loathe before, but does it matter now? Her life is now split in two; before Enid and after Enid.
She is just slowly accepting the situation and giving in slowly. Yes, it is so new for her, and it was totally shocking on her behalf but Enid is her person. It was just there all along the way, but they both were just too stubborn to realize this.
Wednesday entered the hotel with Divina, and they settled into their room. It is around 6PM, they have 2 hours to get ready, then they will head to the Fashion Week directly. Divina opened the door and pushed their suitcases into the room, then she just jumped into the bed.
“Ah, we’re in the city of love,” she said dreamily. Then she looked at Wednesday, who is just opening the two buttons of her button up shirt. “Aren’t you happy seeing your bestie Enid?” she asked and winked.
“Tell me about it,” Wednesday said in monotone. She was just trying to put up a poker face but miserably failing in front of Divina. At the end, both girls knew each other practically the day they were born.
“Did your diabolical seducing scheme work back in the White House?” Divina asked curiously.
“Oh perfectly, don’t worry about that,” Wednesday grinned. She just remembered the things happened in the Red Room and her room. It was just mesmerizing.
“So, is it like official between you two finally?”
“What do you mean?” Wednesday looked at Divina with an unreadable expression on her face.
“I am saying that did you ask Enid to go out or I don’t know, be your girlfriend?”
“Oh,” Wednesday said, she in fact did not do any of these. “Er, I didn’t?” she said as she was scratching her head with one hand.
“Wednesday!” Divina yelled. “I cannot believe you.”
“How can I ask her out, we’re living thousand miles away from each other,” Wednesday protested back.
“Please be real, Addams! You guys practically pining each other for a very very long time, then kiss with a tongue, then you like it, then you always talk with her, and still you haven’t asked her out.” Divina got up from the bed and made her way to the minibar, Wednesday was just sitting on a chair. Then Divina opened a bottle of champagne and poured one for herself.
“You are going to ask her out, and go on a date tomorrow morning,” Divina said as she was taking a sip from her champagne. “And I will be with Yoko, in this very hotel room.”
“You’re nasty,” Wednesday said as she was taking the bottle and directly drinking from it.
“You’re the one who’s nasty by drinking the champagne like that,” Divina laughed then she added. “I’m being serious, you should go on a date with her, Paris is a perfect opportunity for this.”
“I’ll think about it,” Wednesday said thoughtfully.
“Don’t think about it, do it. Damn, who raised you?! Pick up some manners from your father. You’re an Addams, and it is an undeniable fact that Addams’ known by their love and romantic gestures.”
“Okay fine, I will do it,” Wednesday gave up.
“That’s my girl,” Divina smirked then looked at her phone. “I think we should get ready.”
“Yeah, I think so too.”
***
Paris Fashion Week was in full swing and the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Everyone had gathered to support Yoko's collaboration with the renowned designer, Jacquemus. The show was set to be the talk of the town and the girls were thrilled to be a part of it.
As Wednesday and Divina made their way to the venue, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Wednesday was especially looking forward to seeing Enid after so many weeks. When they arrived, they were greeted by Enid and Yoko.
Wednesday was wearing from Thom Browne. A cropped white button up shirt, black tie, gray mini skirt and black leather Prada loafers. Her sunglasses were on her face, and her headphones were around her neck.
She was looking absolutely stunning in those clothes. Enid wanted to rip them off.
On the other hand, Divina was wearing a black suit from YSL.
Wednesday held out her hand to Enid then grinned. “It’s really nice and surprising to see you here, Your Highness.” Then she took Enid’s hands into hers, as if she wasn’t the one who literally made Enid to come here and get invitation. She wanted to be a little shit today, and she knew that Enid likes it.
“I must admit, your presence is more surprising and delightful,” Enid just commented playfully, as she was caressing the back of Wednesday’s hand with her thumb. The act was so simple yet enough to send electricity to Wednesday’s body.
Wednesday cleared her throat and smiled to her, then she turned to Yoko.
“Congratulations, it is really inspiring that you made a collaboration with Jacquemus.”
“Thank you, Wednesday. This show and the collaboration mean a lot to me and I am really happy that you came here to support me, and bring this goddess with along you,” she winked to Divina.
“Your designs are so beautiful,” Divina commented as well.
“Well, even though I am flattered, their beauty is nothing compared to yours,” Yoko replied and Divina gasped.
“Ugh, get a room. I am done with you two,” Wednesday groaned. Enid only let out a little laughter.
“Jealous Addams?” Yoko asked with a full grin on her face. “Don’t worry, we’ll be getting a room at the end of the night.”
Divina was literally about to pass out.
“Okay, let’s go and sit, shall we?” Enid said and grabbed Wednesday by arms.
They all went inside and the show started. Wednesday, Enid and Divina were seated together.
The fashion show began and the girls were mesmerized by the designs that walked down the runway. Yoko's pieces were a standout and received a thunderous applause. As they were approaching to the end, Wednesday leaned over to Enid and whispered. “Tomorrow morning, 09:30, be at La Fontaine de Belleville. It’s a date.”
Enid’s eyes were wide open, she tried too hard not to squeal. “It’s a what?” she whispered excitedly.
Wednesday saw the excitement on the blonde’s face, and her face softened again. She realized that she likes putting the infectious smile on Enid’s face and making her happy.
“Take the win, Enid,” Wednesday said in a half mocking and half serious tone.
Enid was about to ramble again but decided to shut up, she was going to ramble about it later to Yoko.
After the show, the girls headed to the afterparty together. The atmosphere was electric and the afterparty was in full swing. The sound of music filled the place, people were shouting and dancing. Enid and Wednesday found themselves getting caught up in the moment as well.
At some point, Yoko and Jacquemus were on the table, dancing like crazy and everyone was just gathered around them to cheer up. They all were feeling tipsy and carefree, Enid, Wednesday and Divina were shoulder to shoulder, dancing along with the rhythm.
After drinking too many champagnes, taking many tequila shots, they started getting more tipsy and become drunk. Now, Enid and Wednesday were dancing together, at the corner of the room which was a little bit secluded from the others. Their bodies close, Enid’s arms wrapped around Wednesday’s neck, a stupid smile on her face. As they moved to the rhythm, they couldn’t help but admire each other under the lights. Wednesday was struck by Enid’s beauty and grace, while Enid was drawn to Wednesday’s charm and witty smile.
Wednesday, once the reserved and guarded daughter of the first female President of the United States, never would have imagined being tangled up with her sworn enemy, Enid Sinclair at a party, yet the fate had proven her wrong again. And for the first time, she was so grateful to be proven wrong.
The party ended around four in the morning and the girls went back to their hotel. They were so drunk that they couldn’t open the door but luckily their security teams were there to help them.
Finally, they both went into their rooms by stumbling many times, Yoko practically faced with the floor and it was so hard to convince her to go her room.
As Divina and Wednesday went into their room, Wednesday directly jumped into bed and closed her eyes.
Tomorrow morning was big day, she had a date at the end. Then, she quickly drifted into sleep.
***
Wednesday was already at the café, sitting and reading while waiting for Enid. She was a little bit nervous, but it was a good kind. It was 09:15 and Wednesday was sitting on a table, a book in her hand. As she absorbed herself in the book, she didn’t realize that Enid was approaching her behind.
With a grin, Enid walked up behind her, plucking the book out of her hands.
“Open Me Carefully,” she read out loud. “You really love poetry huh, don’t you?”
“Well, well well, look who decided to grace me with their presence. Give that back, you little menace,” Wednesday said with a smile, snatching the book back from Enid.
“I do love it when you speak so maliciously sometimes. Gives my heart a bit of rush.” Enid winked as she placed her right hand to her heart, and then sat down.
“Well, you’d make me a monster Enid.”
“I’d make you my queen. Fair as the sun and moon.” A devilish yet charming smirk was playing on the corner of Enid’s mouth.
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Your Highness” Wednesday said in a mocking tone. Then she added. “You didn’t stay with me yesterday, when we came back from the afterparty.”
“I had to be seen exiting from my room, otherwise tabloids will never leave us alone…I’m sorry” Enid sighed.
“It’s alright,” Wednesday muttered.
“So, why did you choose this cáfe for our very first date?” Enid asked enthusiastically in order to enlighten the mood.
“Because it has the best coffee and croissants. I already ordered.”
“You ordered for me, huh?” Enid titled her head, and smiled like a stupid.
As Wednesday watched Enid's smile, she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in her chest. It's a strange and new feeling, but one that she finds herself enjoying. The thought of making Enid happy brings a smile to Wednesday's face and she can't help but feel proud of herself. Wednesday had never been one to actively seek out someone's happiness, but with Enid, it just felt natural.
“Yes Enid, I wanted you try something different than your favorite English breakfast, which is sausage or blood pudding.”
“You know… the things on that fact sheet...they’re not real me. You should have known it by now.”
“Hmm,” Wednesday only hummed, unable to say anything. A waiter brought their two cup of coffees and croissants.
“The facts in the sheet are just the version of me that the palace wants to be seen.”
“I see…” Wednesday nodded. She was sure that not everything in the fact sheet was true but didn’t realize that the palace would even modify the favorite food.
“What did mine say though?” Wednesday asked again. “My fact sheet I mean. I couldn’t have a chance to look at it.”
“Oh, I am sure it was entirely true.” Enid replied. “It said you were stubborn, single-minded, and obsessive. And also, your entire existence is an unmitigated disaster.”
“It's a classic Addams trait, and one that you seem to embrace wholeheartedly," Wednesday replied with a devilish grin.
“You’re killing me, Addams.” Enid rolled her eyes and took a bite from her croissant. It was delicious as Wednesday mentioned.
“La petite mort,” Wednesday winked as she watched Enid taking a mouthful bite from her croissant.
“So, if blood pudding isn’t your favorite, I must ask. What’s your favorite food?”
“I really cannot say no to a tortilla de patatas,” Enid replied as she took a sip from her coffee too.
“That’s a surprising yet nice choice Sinclair,” Wednesday said as she was about to finish her croissant.
“Wait, what is your surname actually?” Wednesday curiously asked. She wanted to know everything about Enid. “Do you only use your dad’s? Enid Sinclair? Or does royalty outrank? Do you use your mom’s name, then?
“The official family name is Mountchristen-Windsor,” Enid started talking. “So, my full name is Iris Enid Thalia Sinclair-Mountchristen-Windsor,” she laughed.
Wednesday only gaped, “God, I thought mine was long.”
“Yours is Wednesday Merlina Addams, right?” Enid asked this time, “Why Wednesday? And what does Merlina mean exactly?”
“Well, mom loved this nurse rhyme, so she decided to name me after it. Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe…” Wednesday hummed the nurse. Then she added. “And Merlina means blackbird.”
“Perfect for you,” Enid bit her lower lip.
“And Iris means…” Wednesday talked again but interrupted by Enid.
“It means rainbow,” she laughed.
“I can clearly see,” Wednesday smirked only.
“You know…” Enid continued speaking as she was eating. “For our second date, we can go driving in, on my scooter. Ah, you know, just ‘round London.”
“Did you just quote Taylor Swift?” Wednesday blinked.
“I might have…” Enid smiled shyly.
“Well, the scooter thing…” Wednesday paused and looked Enid into eyes. “We can think about that,” then she replied softly.
They say home is where the heart is, but god, Wednesday loves the English.
“If we are asking questions to each other, I must know. When it’s your birthday?” Enid asked again.
“13th of January, 2006. Yours?”
“Mine is 28th of June, 2006.”
“What day was 28th of June, 2006”
“Err, I don’t know exactly.” Enid answered. Wednesday already looked at her phone and typed it out on Google. Now they both were looking at the screen of Wednesday’s phone.
Turns out, 28 June 2006 was Wednesday.
“You were made for me, Sinclair,” Wednesday smirked and leaned back her chair. Enid was just shocked, both because of her birthday and the thing Wednesday said. She was just wondering how Wednesday could be so chill while causing Enid to have fully gay panic attack and eating her croissant as if nothing happened.
As they kept talking and chatting more, later, Weems texted her a screencap of a BuzzFeed article about her “best friendship” with Enid. It’s a mix of photos: the state dinner, a couple of shots of them grinning outside the stables in Greenwich, one picked up from a French girl’s Twitter of Wednesday leaning back in her chair at a tiny cafe table while Enid finishes off her croissant.
Beneath it, Weems had begrudgingly written: Good work, you little shit.
Wednesday didn't reply, she just smiled and pocketed her phone and gave her attention to Enid again.
***
On their last day in Paris; Wednesday, Enid, Divina and Yoko went to dinner together. After spending time together, they all went back to the hotel.
Divina was probably out with Yoko, so this time, Enid stayed in Wednesday’s room.
It was yet another night where the hours were spent intertwined in each other's arms, lost in conversation that flowed effortlessly between the profound and the inconsequential. The atmosphere was filled with the soft sounds of their voices and the occasional pause, as they took the time to bask in the warmth of each other's lips. Wednesday and Enid were determined to hold on to the present moment, to cherish every second of this precious time they had together. However, despite their valiant efforts to stay awake, the all-consuming force of sleep eventually won out, enveloping them in its peaceful embrace.
Wednesday fell asleep in Enid’s arms, but then woke up with emptiness. She looked at the clock, it was 9AM in the morning, she usually never slept this late but probably because of the warm and comfort embrace of the Princess of England, she slept longer than usual.
Beside her, she found out two notes. There were directions and a name of a shop: Fromagerie Nicole Barthélémy. Enid, indeed, left the directions of a cheese shop in Paris. She was one of her kind, and Wednesday only laughed at this.
On the next note, it was written: Sorry, I had to leave for England. I did not want to wake you up because you were looking so peaceful. Our first date was a revelation. Fino alla prossima volta, tesero mio.
Wednesday exactly knew what Enid said in Italian.
“Until next time, my treasure” Wednesday kept looking at the note and blinked. Then she carefully put it in her book.
She fell back on her bed and looked at the ceiling, as the moments she shared with Enid were just passing in front of her eyes. And she just hoped that “next time” would come around very soon.