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"Bonjour !"
With her heart as light as a summer breeze, Rosetta hummed the familiar melody of "Belle" from "Beauty and the Beast" as she tiptoed through the door, her drenched dress clinging to her like dew-kissed petals. The echoes of the rain's rhythm still danced in her ears as she swayed to the tune of her own whimsy.
Her hands danced gracefully through the air with an elegant flourish, tracing invisible patterns as she playfully mimicked the actions of a princess. Her lithe form spun effortlessly on her tiptoes, turning her around to face Ollie.
He stood there, nodding his head in perfect rhythm to her mindless serenade as he watchfully placed down her camera bag.
"Would you care to join me in the shower?" she gleefully asked.
"I thought you'd never ask." Ollie grinned instantly, wet strands of his dark hair sticking to his forehead as he glanced up from the equipment he was unloading from her bag. "I just need to call my mum first, but I'll be there."
"Alright!"
Rosetta twirled her way inside, and in the glow of her bathroom, she began to shed her rain-soaked attire. It felt as if she was freeing herself as the weight of the raindrops was lifted away from her shoulders.
With a spring in her step, the brunette sauntered over to the speaker she kept in her bathroom, her fingers gliding gracefully across the collection of playlists on her phone before settling for her perennial jazz tunes from the fifties. A familiar refrain crackled to life, filling the room with the sultry melodies of a bygone era.
She stepped into the shower, and with a simple turn of the faucet, the water cascaded down from the ceiling, enveloping her in a gentle, soothing rainfall. The jazz notes serenaded her, blending with the rhythmic patter of the water.
Amid the cool trickle of water, memories of Giovanni flitted through Rosetta's mind like elusive fireflies. The past—once distant and buried—seemed to surface effortlessly as she stood beneath the downpour. Conflicted emotions swirled within her, mingling with the chill of the water. It was as if the summer rain had washed away the dust of time, revealing fragments of a chapter she thought she had closed forever.
Her mind swirled with questions about the Giovanni she had encountered earlier that day. He seemed to be a tempest of malice and ice, while the man she once knew was as dear and warm as a summer's day.
Her limbs seemed to momentarily lose their steadiness as if an invisible force was testing the limits of her composure, and suddenly, as if all the weight of the day was thrown down upon her, she felt her body tremble uncontrollably.
