: ̗̀➛part two of the
one for the road series
PHOTOGRAPH / LN4
lando norris, famous formula 1 driver, takes a picture of a beautiful girl at sunset in Monaco one evening, but she disappears before he realises how...
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MONACO WAS alive, thriving under the bright, warm rays of the spring sun. There was not a cloud in the sky, the water in the marina glittering prettily, swishing against the side of the boats and the cliffs further down. Eleanor breathed in the crisp air, staring down at her reflection in the water.
With her neon orange running shoes and her hair up in a high ponytail, she thought she probably looked like a mess—but she didn't feel it. One of her favourite songs was playing through her earbuds, and for a moment, everything felt serene. Perfect. As if this was all meant to be, and this was exactly what she had secretly hoped for when she accepted the offer to housesit in Monaco.
Eleanor had read enough romance books to believe in the ultimate fairytale—there had to be that 'one' out there for her, right? The one that made every star in the sky feel like a falling star, the one that made every wish come true. The one that made every day feel like a day spent cruising along the French Riviera.
Unfortunately, she'd also had enough life experience to know that that kind of love was fleeting and rare. Her on-again, off-again relationship with Dawson was a clear example: look where she was now, editing his books and practically writing it herself, with every arc and twist in the plot inspired by her words and her advice. Although what they had had was nothing more than a forbidden workplace romance, before he went on his way to becoming an author and she chose the freelance editor path, it had never felt the way Lando made her feel.
And yet, she didn't even know his last name. Her mind was reeling at her, bursting her bubble that this wasn't real life: she was in Monaco, after all, and she would only be staying here for another three weeks. What would happen after that? Would Lando be interested in something beyond that? Was she falling in love through rose tinted glasses?
A tap on her shoulder yanked her from her thoughts, making her gasp, turning on her heel. She pulled her earbuds out, and once her vision steadied she found a familiar face in front of her. Arden.
They had never met in person. They followed each other through a mutual model friend, and had been liking and commenting on each others posts only ever since Eleanor had come to Monaco. So, the moment that Eleanor finally laid eyes on the curvy woman, her anxiety peaked.
"Eleanor! I thought it was you!" The petite girl exclaimed. She had dark eyebrows that accentuated her brown eyes and even darker hair, which fell to her shoulders in a loose bob. Her smile was wide, so much so that it lit up her entire face as if she were the sun itself. Her curves were generous, filling out her sundress, its skirt flickering in the breeze.
