✔️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 (...
"I see you've had a chat?" Mom asked. It seemed like she'd been waiting all this time in the flower shop just to let us talk.
"Good day, Ms. Allard," Bo said shyly, letting go of me. "Nice to see you again. You look beautiful."
"Call me Carole, as I've told you before. But I won't let you take my daughter back to America. Not over my dead body."
"Mom..." I facepalmed in embarrassment.
"I don't even think about it," Bo said resolutely.
"Well, okay then," Mom shrugged.
"What are your plans concerning my daughter?" Mom asked. I almost burst out laughing, remembering the conversation about my pussy.
"I've cut down on touring; my books sell well without promoters," Bo replied.
"It's a hit in Europe," Mom said. "I've read the news online."
"Something like that," Bo modestly replied.
"Hey, did you forget to ask me, my opinion or something?" I interjected. "I'm still here, your old pal Ava."
"Quiet, Ava," Mom brushed me off.
"I plan to stay in Europe. I'm sorting out visa issues now, and I intend to win your daughter's hand," Bo said.
"Good, that settles it," Mom said matter-of-factly. "Bring that pastry with blueberries for your future mother-in-law."
"I thought I'd have to perform all of Hercules' labors," Bo joked.
"Don't worry," Mom said. "There are a couple of spots in the vineyard that resemble the Augean Stables."
"It will be done, madam!"
I sat there dumbfounded, unsure of what to say.
"You two are just something," I finally said.
"I'll prove my loyalty and seriousness of my intentions to you," Bo added earnestly.
•••
A month has passed since Bo moved to Europe. In some ways, Teo (who thankfully stayed in LA to handle Bo's affairs and be responsible for her office in America) was right — celebrities no longer know how to outshine Bo. She has become an LGBT star, not just another pseudo-bi, pretending to attract more LGBT fans. I occasionally appear in her vlogs, but only briefly. I am still afraid of facing haters. Though I'm surprised at how much Bo's fans want me in her vlogs and posts. Perhaps online and offline lesbians are just tired of those fake girlxgirl unions of two straight girls for attention and hype, and now they were enjoying the genuine lesbian relationship of two real adult women.
Libbie and her father also moved closer to us. Her dad, a classic digital nomad, can work from anywhere. I believe he's found life a bit easier among French ladies. Libbie, who, thanks to me, knew the French language and culture well, quickly found herself a job at a small post office in our little village. Mom and I still tease her about it. Even abroad, she hasn't changed herself and works for the benefit of society, doing jobs that many would find mundane.
Maman has simply blossomed. It seems she's shed all those years she missed while married to my father. She's constantly engaged with the vineyard staff, having taken on a leadership role, and spends a lot of time with local women, joining interest clubs and enjoying nature with Libbie, her newfound passion.
There was still much for Bo and me to discuss. Currently, she is in Switzerland but plan to move closer to us. We decided to start everything from scratch, gradually. Dates, conversations, walks.
I met her family in Switzerland; they are very kind and happy that Bo has finally moved closer to them. I'm preparing to enroll part-time in the local college for my specialty; I already have many orders from neighbors to landscape their gardens. Soon, we're heading to Mexico to visit Bo's grandparents.
But that's another story.
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