Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,21
gym, then electrotherapy for fifteen minutes, and a full-body massage session.”
“Wow. That’s pretty filled up,” I blurt out. But it seems like Cynthia is not even finished.
“Then you have nineteen minutes to read, and dinner with your fiancé at seven thirty.”
“Oh,” I utter, quite surprised to have a romantic dinner with him and only him. That must mean he’s not mad at me for my insistence yesterday. As we take the lift down to the ground floor, I wonder if, once I’m married, I’ll have Maria telling me my schedule every morning like this. I kinda like it, waking up and having someone tell me what my day will be like. That’s what assistants are for, I think to myself. But assistants don’t walk into your bedroom and wake you up, only household staff can do that. Might be something to tell Maria to start doing.
As I reach the terrace, I see Dr. Nel sitting at the table having an espresso. It’s a beautiful, bright morning in Bedford Hills, blue sky, warm weather… What more can I ask for?
“Good morning,” Dr. Nel greets me, a big grin on her face, before standing up.
I return the smile and take baby steps to get to the chair beside her. “I’m sorry for taking so long,” I tell her once I’m finally seated.
“Don’t worry, it’s normal. How are your legs?”
I wish I could tell her I’m all good, but unfortunately, I’ve got to tell her the truth. “They are very tense from yesterday’s workout.” Then I glance toward the doorway and see Maria carrying a tray with a matcha latte, grilled mushrooms, and avocado toast. Oh, wow! It looks so delicious! To my surprise, Maria greets me in Dutch as she puts the food on the table. And I hear Dr. Nel replying back in the same language.
After she leaves, Dr. Nel is the first to break our silence. “Your fiancé asked me to prescribe you the pill,” she informs me. “Were you already taking it before your coma?”
“Oh,” I utter as I taste the grilled mushrooms. I see my fiancé doesn’t waste time. “Um, no, I wasn’t.”
“Were you using any other form of birth control?” she asks again, and her question makes me squint at her.
“Why do you need to know all that?” I ask her as I take a sip of my matcha latte.
“Well, it’s normal. You might have used patches, injections, implants…”
“No, I’ve never used anything before.”
“Alright.” Dr. Nel starts writing something in her familiar notebook. And I start to wonder if this is just for her, or to share with my mom. “Is your menstruation cycle regular?”
“Um…” The question makes me twitch in my seat. I’ve never given much importance to what my body does. I kinda trust that it’s doing its part, so I don’t really know. But for the sake of answering, I say, “I think so.”
“Do you have any pain before or during your periods?”
The avocado toast is so tasty that for a second, I forget Dr. Nel is still beside me asking questions. “No, I don’t even notice when I get it.”
“Oh, that’s great,” Dr. Nel says as she keeps writing in her notebook. “Alright, I’ll ask Cynthia to get you a box. Please keep me updated if you notice any side effects.” As she writes the prescription, I keep eating my toast. “You have to take one pill every morning with breakfast for twenty-one days,” she explains. “Then you stop for seven.”
“Is it immediately effective?” I ask, already full of hopes for tonight.
“No, you have to take it for seven days first.”
Seven days?! The idea of sleeping with Alex and not doing anything for seven more days seems terrifying. I already miss him so damn much! “Can I start today?”
“Only tomorrow morning,” Dr. Nel says. “Maria will give it to you every morning with breakfast so you don’t forget it.” My heart squeezes a bit hearing her. I wish I didn’t have to move back to Park Avenue once my classes start again. After all, just like Dr. Nel thought, I should be living permanently with my fiancé. Except I’m not. In nine days, I will have to live at Park Avenue during the week with Dad. How ridiculous! I hope I can change his mind before classes start, because I have no intentions of sleeping at Park Avenue again. And why would I? Alex has a condo in the city, and we can perfectly well stay there during the week.