Marriage For Convenience

    "Is there anything I can get for you?" the stewardess asked.     "No, thank you." Stephen turned to Marie, who was sleeping beside him. "Just bring another pillow for her please."     "All right, sir." There were only a few passengers aboard the flight and most of them were sleeping.     Marie stirred and he adjusted her head so that it leaned on his shoulder. He wondered what his parents would say about him, marrying without telling them.     Well they have not said much of his studies before. So, why should they now?     The stewardess returned with a pillow for Marie.     "Your wife is beautiful. You came from your honeymoon?"     He smiled, caressed her face. "Not yet...but, we'll be having it soon."     He then placed the pillow under her head to be comfortable. Stephen ran his finger along her cheek. "You are beautiful. Exotic."     He held her close and pulled the blanket over her. He admired her strength and courage for doing what she must to help her father. She is to be commended for her loyalty.     One thing he thought good of their situation, he will have company and someone to come home to, for a while that is.     His place was on the twelfth floor. The lobby on which his floor is located has a lot of orchids lined up on the either side. It's floral scent encompassing the whole lobby. Paintings of horses, flowers, and people hung on the left side of the wall. The Persian carpet accentuated their lobby.     He swiped the key card to his apartment or what would soon be their apartment. It was quite clean and orderly.     In the middle of the room was a set of miniature glass cubes, each with different colors of hue. It is surrounded by a pile of huge pillows usually for the purpose of sitting or reclining. The floor was a massive puzzle of painting of the medieval era.     At the further right, is his collection of drachmae from ancient Greece. It was placed in a huge bowl with a painting of the underworld god - Hades. The kitchen was separated by the island counter in which bottles of the best Italian wine were collected.     Intricate batik designs were mounted on the kitchen wall that gives it a kind of native feel when one cooks.     "Like it?" Stephen stood behind her. "I designed it myself."     He looked at her proudly. "Sit."