Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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Heading out the bedroom, I make my way down towards the kitchen. "Alex?" I call.
Hmm, no response. When I woke up this morning, I was expecting to roll over into the cosiness of Alex's body, but he wasn't there, and the bed was cold.
"Alex?" I call again, looking around the quiet space.
I walk to the coffee machine and see a small note propped against it.
Had to go into the club this morning.
Will be back this afternoon.
Don't go out anywhere without your security.
Love you peaches.
A x
Peaches, that bloody nickname. I shake my head at the thought and place the note down. Grabbing a mug, I place it under the machine, press the button and inhale the fresh scent of coffee.
What should I do today? I'm kind of bored around here, especially when Alex is working.
Padding to the bedroom, I make quick work of throwing on some comfy clothes and brushing my teeth and hair before grabbing my laptop and heading back to the kitchen. I perch myself at the breakfast bar along with my coffee and open it up.
I haven't thought too much about what it means now things are back to normal, or relative normal. Alex invited me into his home when I was at risk of being hurt, and now the threat has gone, I can't just expect to live here 24/7.
I make a mental list of things to do this morning and get to work on them straight away.
Two hours later, I've updated my website and contacted a publishing team about getting some business cards and personalised promotional material done to promote myself as an artist.
With the money I will have soon, from my gran, I'll be able to set myself up bigger online as a self-employed artist. A full time job. How in the hell do I do that?
I read through all the websites, blogs and posts I can find about being self-employed and starting up small businesses when it comes to me. Olivia!
I grab my phone and send her a quick text, asking how she's doing and seeing when she's available to meet up. She must be nearing her due date, so I don't hold my breath and focus on finding as much out as I can online.
I get an almost instant reply with a time, date, and location. Wow, this girl is organised. I click the link and open up a website. Belle's Bakes? I send her a reply and focus on my next job on my mental checklist.
An apartment.
I spend the next hour bookmarking potential apartments in the city that are within a reasonable budget. With this, I'll be able to offer Milly a place to stay once she returns from her live-in nannying duties over summer.
