✔️Romance || WomanxWoman || short novelette was written together with bibi_the_nomad
Sarcastic, sharp-tongued Ava Allard didn't get to college. Almost ten years have passed since then, but the young woman is still working at her mom's misfortunate (...
There were so many people there. Bo's books were selling like hotcakes. I carefully picked up a copy, still unable to believe I once kissed her. Her face was smiling at me from the cover.
The girl at the counter smiled and winked at me, "You won't regret it," she said in French, "it's a real bestseller, you'll love it."
I sighed. I wasn't in the mood for flirting. It had only been two months since we arrived, and I was still hurting, even though my thing with Bo was fleeting and short-lived.
I awkwardly smiled and handed over my card.
Damn, it's bloody expensive, but it's selling out so fast! Wonder what she wrote in there. I admit I've tried to find out about her a few times, but new place, new people, and events have kept me distracted.
In Provence, I felt at home. It was quiet and peaceful, Fabienne's team felt like a good, tight-knit family that welcomed us easily. Evenings often found us gathered around a big table in the courtyard — mom was happy. We talked to Libbie and her dad on FaceTime a lot. Seems like she's not mad at me anymore.
We got back to the café with mom and ordered more croissants and lattes. I ran my hands over the book. It had a super slick cover, but the paper was eco-friendly — Bo really cared about the environment. The book swept me in; I started reading about what I knew a bit of, and what I didn't. About her brother and sister living in Switzerland, her parents always jet-setting around the globe, her grandparents in Acapulco, chilling in the villa their kids bought them once they struck it rich. Then there was Teo — I kept waiting for her to write about her made-up boyfriends, didn't realize I was devouring every letter of hers. It was translated into French, but it was easy to identify her style even in another language.
Mom whispered she was sneaking off to the flower shop across the street to snag a 'precious little diffenbachia' from the display. I absentmindedly nodded, letting mom go spend all our money on houseplants.
"How about coffee with sugar substitute, almond milk, and a gluten-free croissant?' someone asked me."
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