You see, there are these apps where anybody can write books, stories and the sort and one day, scrolling the FB (which I don't usually do but I kill time with it on occasions) my eyes fell on a title that made me scoff.
The title, 'Mafia in Love'...
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"Paris...?" I whisper with my mind flying back to the man in the corner.
"Yes. Look, I know this must sound unexpected to you but I can assure you that we have studied carefully your work and the style is the closest to what we vision for the new hotels," the other young man speaks and my mind rapidly analyzes... Europe... Paris... France... Italy.
"Yeah... hm..." I mumble something in the struggle to look not so excited about the offer because honestly, I feel I'm drooling. "Well... before I take a decision I need to know more about..." I continue while shifting my eyes toward the corner from where the two eyes that have mesmerized me earlier are now staring like cold flames, cutting my air and increasing my pulse.
"Of course!" Fabio rushes to reply and somehow diverts my attention toward him. "You will be receiving an email from us with all details and by all means, do call if you need more details we might miss."
He stretches his hand offering me a black business card with two lines written on it, his name, and a phone number.
"Thank you," I say and drop the business card in my purse.
Sadly seems that we have had an understanding faster than I wished. Fabio's bright face with a wide smile makes me feel uncomfortable staying longer so I give him back a small smile and turn around to leave the room.
I face nothing but the door but I can assure you, the cold flames of his eyes have intensely followed me till I disappear from their vision.
My mind is foggy and my hands shake uncontrollably the next thing I see is the worried look of my brother who, of course, couldn't wait for me in the reception hall and who is now standing at the door.
"Hey... Mia? What's wrong?" He asked with concern and grabs the sides of my head forcing me to lift my eyes and look at him. "What's going on? You're shaking, girl," he stutters and squeezes my hands.
"I got a project."
"What? What project?"
"In Paris. For two years."
"What the fuck?!" Who? How?" Julian becomes suspicious and I snap my head at him.
"Don't you ruin this for me!"
"Don't have to. Papa will. Are you really expecting him to be okay with it?!"
"I don't care! I want to do it! It's my chance! Don't you understand?! I was supposed to win the award but... but..." I frantically start to explain and defend my excitement.
"Emillia, just... think about it. Where did this project come from? Who are they? Why did they pick you?" my brother tries to convince me that I should question more about this big fat offer that just dropped out of nowhere and which has almost washed my brain.
I nod and keep walking, making my brother speed up his steps to reach me and run circles around me.
