The interior decoration of this room and probably the whole wing was very different from that of Hayden’s wing. Instead of the modern luxury style in tones of grey, this room had dark navy walls and the golden patterns did not make it look modern at all.
After taking in another deep breath, I pushed the door opened wider and stuck my head in and started turning to look around at the rest of the room. The lights were on throughout the large room. I wasn’t sure what a room this large was used for, but the room could easily be used to host a small private party. So far, I couldn’t see Little Hayden. Was he even in this room?
Sensing that it seemed safe enough, I slipped into the room.
"Little Hayden..." I whispered.
If the dog was somewhere in the room, he didn’t come running back to me. Now that I was in the room, I realized that the room was even bigger than I thought it was from the limited view that I had just now. The room was large and very long. However, that wasn’t the most surprising thing. The most surprising thing wasn’t the room but what was in it.
"Amelia..." I whispered so softly that I barely heard myself.
I gasped as my eyes travelled along the long walls of the room. Amelia...she was everywhere in the room. Countless portraits of her hung from the walls. There were both paintings and photographs of her captured in frames of various sizes from small frames the size of a small notebook to canvases so large that she appeared life-sized.
Whoever was the owner of this room was clearly a mega big fan of Amelia and her beauty. I knew that Harvey and Amelia were a couple, but I didn’t expect any man to have this many portraits of his girlfriend up on walls. Amelia was shown in various poses and in many different styles of clothing from swimwear to casual clothes to ballgowns and fantasy costumes which I found especially unique.
I rounded the partition and came face to face with a very familiar man. Blond hair, blue eyes and dressed smartly in a suit. The man sat on a royal-looking sofa and there on his lap was a happy-looking Little Hayden. The dog lay obediently on the man’s lap with it’s tail wagging around wildly as it seemed to enjoy the feel of the man’s long and beautiful fingers scratching its head.
Hayden...what is he doing here?
I stood there stunned into silence as my eyes continued to take in the scene before me. Hayden continued to play with Little Hayden silently. The two of them seem oblivious to my existence and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if this was even real or if I was even really there. Hayden reached out for his wine glass before putting it to his lips while his hand continued to stroke Little Hayden’s fur.
Little Hayden made cute little sounds as he snuggled closer to Hayden’s body. The two seemed like they were born or made for each other. Why is Hayden here? As far as I was aware, he had not made it back from work. He should be on his way back from work right now. Did he come back early again?
Or had he been here all along?
Another thing that bothered me was why Hayden was leisurely chilling out here in Harvey’s wing of the mansion in a room surrounded by portraits of Amelia. None of this was making sense to me and my head started to throb as I tried my best to reconcile the scene that I saw in front of me with the reality that I knew and understood.
There was another thing that bothered me right from the start. Something felt very strange and then very wrong about what I was seeing. Would Little Hayden ever react like this when he was with Hayden? Those two fought like cats and dogs. Hayden didn’t really get along well with Little Hayden and vice versa.
Would Little Hayden go out of his way to struggle out of my arms and run all the way here to see Hayden?
--To be continued...