I hate mylife. I'm stuck here in sardinia at my aunt's house. it's already been two weeks of screaming kids, a screaming mom and home. Sardinia has great places to visit but we've always spent time in that loud house. Three days ago my mum came cause I can't fly alone, I'm so scared, and I went out just because my mum was bringing me to places. If I was waiting for my aunt, I think I would have been like Rapunzel from that disney movie. This morning mum proposed to go out and eat an ice cream all together after dinner, now I'm getting ready.
The car ride is actually short but is hard to find a parking lot at eight pm. And finally there's an empty parking lot. So, now we're walking to the best ice cream parlour of sassari between a phone call and another to my family.
And now we're having a little walk through the crowded downtown. I don't like crowded places actually, they make me anxious. Fortunatelly, we are walking through a little alley to reach another plaza. I think the walk we're having will last like ten minutes cause we're going extremely slow. No one actually steps here, just who lives in here. It's been five minutes now and I've seen just three or four faces, people who were going back to their house or just going out.
There we go, another person is coming in our direction, I can't tell if they're a woman or a man actually. I think they're about to leave.Fuck, the kids are running. "dai raggiungili e digli di stare calmi!" my aunt says, in english is like "come on catch them up and tell 'em to be calm" Why do I always have to be like a babysitter? I run after them, I can't see that well cause it's dark but I assume they stopped cause they're not moving anymore. Fuck! I just bumped into something. For my surprise, it'wasn't a thing, but a woman. That one person who was walking towards us earlier. "scusa" I apologize "Don't worry sweetheart, oh sorry non preoccuparti" she says. She's not Italian, there's something in her voice. That aussie accent... but how? I didn't even looked at her face, I just see her walking away.Mom and aunt are so far. and my cousins are now running back to them. I just stand there admiring that woman.
"Wait!" it just escapes my mouth. Before she turns around I ask "Cate? Is that you?" and there she is. Cate Blanchett is standing right in front of me. I bumped into the one and only Cate Blanchett oh man. Is this a dream?
"Oh god, you know who I am?"
"Uhm yes, I actually do, I am one of your three fans"
"Ohh let's introduce properly, where are my manners. It's always correct, even if you already know me, I'm sorry. I'm Cate by the way"
"I am the one who should be sorry, I'm y/n"
"What a pretty name. Do you live here y/n?"
"Thanks and no, I am italian yes but I actually live in another region"
"Oh and when are you gonna go back home?"
"Tomorrow."
We both are disappointed. She's the first one to speak
"Give me your phone"
"what, why?"
"just do it come on"
She is writing her phone number
"Here, this is my private number, text ma whenever you want, the people you're with are almost here so you have to go and there's no time for a normal talk, I get that. I want you to talk to me about yourself, i wanna know something of that one person who bumped into me"
"I promise you i will. let me text you so you have my number back. Shit they're almost here."
"It was nice to meet a nice girl like you y/n. Have a good night"
"good night Cate" And with that she pulls me into a hug. Oh god she smells so nice.Now there's gonna be a little conversation in italian and i'll write the translation under every sentence.
"Oh ma chi era quella"
"Ehy, who was that" my mum says
"Mamma, era Cate Blanchett, ti ricordi, Galadriel del signore degli anelli"
"mom she was Cate Blanhett, do you remember, Galadriel from the lord of the rings"
"Te la sei fatta almeno una foto?"
"Have you took at least a photo"
I was so lost in that moment that I forgot to ask for a picture. It doesn't metter, I have her private number.What a night!
a/n: hey gays! I hope you liked this first chapter. I apologize if i messed up with the english in some points cause it's not my native lenguage, I'm still learning it. I think it's pretty obvious but I actually am Italian. Thank you all for reading this! <3
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Romantiky/n is an almost 20 years old italian girl on a vacation in Sardinia, where her aunt lives, she's there to help her. On her last day she'll meet in a weird way the woman who will change her life in well. Will her dreams come true with her help?What'...