"I could lie here all day" Lydia sighs, rolling on her blue sun lounger in order to smile at me. I smile back, absorbing the sunshine and embracing the moment that we find ourselves in. We'd been lying on these loungers by the sea for almost three hours now, doing little other than listening to music and reading, and I felt more relaxed than I genuinely think I ever had before.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, Seb sends his regards. He's very jealous that we're in Monaco but his internship at Goldman Sachs requires his attendance" I inform Lydia, recalling the phone call I'd had with my brother earlier in the morning. "Bless. Tell him we'll send lots of photos if he sends some back in his fancy office suit" Lydia winks, causing me to respond by making vomit sounds which attracts a few looks from the people surrounding us on the beach. Lydia's crush on my brother had always been a little weird to me, though women often looked in Sebastian's direction so I had gradually grown used to it.
"We should grab some lunch" I change the subject, sitting up from my sun lounger and throwing my Rat&Boa sheer dress over my bikini. It had been a hasty and expensive purchase which I had made just before we left London, and was one I did not regret in the least. Lydia had gone as far as to tell me I looked like a goddess when I first wore it this morning. We grab our bags and begin to head back towards the centre of town looking for restaurants as we walk.
We eventually stumble across a little Italian restaurant, with a seating area outside that has lots of shade. A waiter directs us to a little table in the corner, from which I can easily people watch, something I enjoy immensely, particularly in a place as grand as Monaco. Lydia orders crab linguine whilst I order a spaghetti carbonara, and begins scrolling through her instagram as I begin my people watching.
The first person to walk into a restaurant is an old man, with faded grey hair and dark Gucci frames around his eyes, alone. On his wrist he wears a Patek Phillipe, and as soon as he sits down, his Burberry polo shirt cutting into his arms, he orders a whisky on the rocks and embarks on a phone call which lasts until the end of his meal.
In the middle of the restaurant sit an elderly couple, her blue Van Cleef necklace matching his blue Rolex, both jewellery pieces sparkling in the monegasque sunlight. A Mercedes drives past. Two women finish their meal, both wearing large sunglasses and painfully tall Louboutin heels which they gracefully walk in as they silently leave the restaurant.
As interesting and expensive as all of these people are, none of them particularly catch my eye. They blend in to Monaco, their appearances reflecting the city's lifestyle. Suddenly, a man walks in, a girl trailing behind him. She's very pretty - she has a classic look of straight brown hair and a kind looking face, but it is his appearance which sparks my interest. He looks young, around my age - 23, 24 at most - and I am immediately attracted to him. His green eyes hold an air of mystery, his brown hair framing his chiselled face perfectly, and his toned muscles grip to his black shirt. In short, upon first glance, he seems to have no flaws. They sit at a table, and he thanks the waiter whilst his date rolls her eyes.
"Are you drooling because you're hungry or is Mason Mount sat behind me?" Lydia asks, beginning to turn in her seat. "No, Christ! stop!! don't omg he will notice!" I blurt out grabbing her hand over the table in an attempt at stopping her. My attempt fails, and the boy looks at us, his green eyes scanning our appearances as he raises an eyebrow in confusion before returning to his conversation. "I hate you" I close my eyes in embarrassment. It's not like I had a chance with him anyway, considering he is currently on a date and I am no home wrecker, but I would have appreciated it if I hadn't been embarrassed in front of him.
"It's nice to see you finally moving on from Andrew" Lydia sighs organising her knife and fork as she attempts to change the subject. "Hey hey hey, I moved on from him a long time ago" I protest, mentally scolding Lydia for bringing my ex-boyfriend up when the day had been going so well. "He didn't deserve you anyway. I always said it. Nobody cheats on my best friend and gets away with it, not a soul. Sometimes, I imagine myself dangling him from-" Lydia begins on one of her typical rants. Whilst I wasn't a fan of Drew or what he had done to me in the slightest, for no one enjoys walking in on their boyfriend and their closest friend at university, I was tired of hearing about the subject. This trip was my new beginning, and neither Andrew nor his memory was going to taint it.
I look back at the good looking boy and his date. They have just finished ordering, and are beginning to argue. Although I can hear parts of their conversation, their tense argument is in French, which I do not understand.
"Tu n'es jamais là et quand tu y es tu ne fais jamais attention à moi" She whisper shouts, looking at him furiously.
"Vous savez que c'est mon travail, pas mon choix. Vous saviez que ce serait comme ca avant que nous commencions à sortir ensemble. Quoi qu'il en soit, chaque fois que je suis ici, tu ne fais que flirter avec d'autres hommes devant moi" He responds, causing her to sigh and laugh in anger.
"Que voulez-vous alors?" She responds, as he shakes his head.
"Ja pense que nous devrions rompre" He responds firmly, looking down. Upon hearing these words she storms out of the restaurant, flipping him off as she reaches the exit.
Whilst I have no idea what just happened, my best assumption and limited French suggest that they just broke up, though that may also be a product of my crush on him. He looked good when he was angry. I kick my foot against the table, feeling bad for thinking that about someone considering they had just broken up. He leaves his table in the direction of the bathroom.
Our food arrives, and I quickly realise that I have been given the wrong order. "Get a waiter to change it" Lydia prompts, tucking into her food, which smells really good. I scan the restaurant for some waiters but fail to notice any, so decide to walk to the back of the restaurant where the waiters desk is in order to resolve the issue myself.
I get up from the table, weaving my way through the tables as I make my way through the room. I look down at the hot plate in my hands, taking care not to spill it, but instead fail to notice the man coming directly towards me. He too fails to notice me, engrossed in his phone as the two of us collide, the food on my plate spilling directly down his shirt.
"Oh my god I am so so sorry" I say, the blood draining from my face as I pray that the floor swallows me whole. "For fucks sake! Are you blind? Or are you stupid?" He shouts at me, his shirt now a lovely shade of pasta sauce. "Definitely stupid. Can you hear me? Look at what you have done you idiot!" He continues. "Woah how dare you? I know this is a bad situation but there's no need to be so rude!" I respond, my embarrassment turning to irritation at his words. For a second, we begin to have a stand off, staring into each other's eyes as both of our anger grows.
"Monsieur Leclerc!" A red faced waiter runs over to the man, sweating as he gasps at the unfolding scene. "Please let me wipe your shirt, we apologise profusely for this terrible mess!" The waiter fumbles over his words, his stress clear though he finds the time to throw a scowl in my direction.
'Monsieur Leclerc' swats the man's hand away, sighing in anger: "Louis, I shall return later to pay my bill, please excuse me". He shoots me a final angry look before striding out of the restaurant. It's a shame he was so rude, for it decreased his good looks, though only by a little.
A/N:
Hello lovely people!
Sorry if any of the French is wrong, I'm yet to learn it so had to use google :'( hope you enjoyed regardless! Finally a meeting with Charles! Though memorable, it's definitely far from ideal...
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Bonne Nuit// Charles Leclerc
Fanfiction"The world I have stepped into is a crazy one, of wealth and power, where no one questions what you do or who you're with because they know you can pay for the damages" As Lila travels the south of France with her best friend Lydia, she is forced t...
