When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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As she headed out the door, Isabelle knew that she had to see Milo again. She couldn't bear the thought of him slipping away from her, of losing the chance to explore the potential of their budding relationship.
With a newfound sense of determination, Isabelle set out to make plans for when they'd see each other again. She was ready to take the next step with Milo, to see where this connection could take them. And she knew that whatever happened, she would remember that magical night together forever.
Once again, her reverie broken by a phone call, expecting it to be her agent Isabelle raised here eyebrows as he saw that it was her mother calling.
Her mother rarely called her, so Isabelle wondered if something was wrong.
"Hello?" Isabelle said hesitantly into there cell phone.
"Don't sound so excited, Izzy, its only your mother," said the voice on the other end of the line.
Sometime their relationship got tense, but mostly she was happy to hear her voice, the familiar sarcasm in her voice breaking any doubt she had in her mind.
"How are you?" Asked Isabelle.
"I'm fine. I had a dream," her mothers voice began on the phone and Isabelle knew that this was going to be another tangent. "I had a dream about you and you know what that means. The psychic mother daughter connection, something is happening....wanted to check in on you."
Isabelle could just see her mother, out in the garden, coffee in hand, trying to find patterns in the sky. She appreciated this spiritual side of her, but sometimes it got to be too much even for her.
"Nothing much...going on," Isabelle began, once again moot sure how much she should share, hesitating but also shocked hat her mother wasn't that far off. When actually, a lot was happening.
"You're alright though, aren't you?" Herm other asked, a slight hing to concern overshadowing her voice.
"Yes, I am," Isabelle paused, letting the silence hand in the air.
Her mother sighed out loud.
"Alright, well, its time you come visit us. Its been too long."
"I know," Isabelle cradled the hen to her ear, while fumbling in her pocket for her metro card, she found it mad Tok the phone back in her hand, "I know. I miss the dog...you....dad."
"I swear, ever since they took you away, I knew you'd be gone, but not like this. It doesn't feel fair. I'm serious, check your schedule. I know you're buys, but even a week."
"I miss you," Isabelle said, all of a sudden feeling a wave of sentimentality wash over her. She wasn't sure why, but she was reminded of her mothers bond, knowing its one of the strongest shell ever gave in her life. Eclipsed maybe only by a true love, a real love. Even if then.
Her mind felt lousy / cloudy, and she felt a sudden urge to lie down.
"I'll see what I can do mom. I have to go. I love you," Isabelle stood in from t of the metro entrance.
