The Hardest YOU Hart!

VIII CHAPTER: THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING

The very next morning I woke up so rested and took a bath to refresh me. Grabbed my basket and took my bicycle to ride to my favorite side of the beach. This time I took a book to enjoy a good reading while I was under the sunlight, feeling the breeze touching my skin. Smelling so good, so fresh, and so natural. My today's reading, 'Behind Elizabeth's Death'. It is a very exciting and thrilling novel, written by one of my favorite authors of all time, Ëlina Ënza.

I am getting used to be here very fast already. My adaptation is almost like a cockroaches', adaptability 100 per cent. I guess my personality, my body, my mind and my soul are meant to belong to the West Coast. With the sun shining in its climax, the ocean surrounding myself with its clamor, peacefully and quietly. And the breeze making me feel alive, sensitive, with my skin responding to every single caress. Greggie was right! This is like vacations for me. I do not feel any pressure. I feel that I am away from the bad. I feel capable of anything.

I was in the middle of a reading session, when suddenly a red Unlimited Jeep appeared out of nowhere. Only one person I know drives a car like that. And only this person could follow me to this place. YES, it is Nova! But what is she doing here? She must be back in Beverly Hills setting everything up for her engagement party, instead of stalking people.

Well, at least she brought food, her own blanket and champagne, with two glasses. Wow, we are celebrating! The question is; what? All of this was going on my head, while Nova is approaching to my side. She is smiling. With the biggest smile, I have ever seen. It is very contagious. And before I think of it, I am smiling, too!

- I am the most stalking person you would ever know! -

- Oh trust me! You do not even have to say it. But you bring food. Now I can relax myself a little bit. Generally, stalkers do not feed their victims before the kidnap! -

- You do not know me well if you think I am going to hijack you and your bike! -

- That would be odd, right? I suppose I am driving myself paranoid here. -

- I mean, not today. Maybe later! But right now, make yourself comfortable and let us chill. Enjoy the beautiful west coast day we have in front of our eyes. -

I was speechless...! Just stayed there, staring at her.

- What? -

- Nothing! It is just that when I think I already know you, have decoded you and everything, you surprise me. Every single time, whoever knows you better would believe you are trying to seduce me. -

- Perhaps, they are right! Poetry, food, champagne and a very romantic date in one of the most terrific views of the West Coast... Can help! Do you think not? -

- You are such a Casanova Nova Waltz! Now I see where the Nova comes from. -

- Clever as always, Olivia Bach! -

- And you are a heartbreaker, too! I would believe every single one of your words if you were not engaged to Jordan Bale. -

- Now I am a liar as well? -

- No, I would not say that. I would say more, because you are also a player now. -

- Thanks for your kind words! You inspire me to be a better person. -

- Sure! Any time. -

IT WAS A WONDERFUL DAY!

The company just made it better. Nova and I left after the sunset. I could not stay the night over as I planned, but I am sure I will do it sooner rather than later. It would be very inappropriate if I ask Nova to stay with me and spend the night on the sand. Besides, her mother would not let her stay out one night with a stranger. I could bet on my life that Geneva Waltz does not like me, at all! Char on the other hand will tolerate me a little bit more I guess, and Jordan, god, he would not stand me next to his fiancée either. They probably tagged me as a 'persona non-grata' for them. But I can handle it. Maybe this is the reason why Tessa warned me before the dinner with Nova.

Notwithstanding, I could not get myself out of the invitation for Chars birthday bash this weekend. Not very exciting news, but Charmont really wants me there. I cant refuse! I can say no to her, when she personally invites me, first through a phone call, and then with a personal invitation at the club. Now I only need to find the perfect outfit and buy her a birthday present. The Waltz girls can be so determined and stubborn, and most of times, very manipulative, too.

The biggest news was that Gregory and Trevor were traveling to the West Coast the same weekend. So, we can go to the 'Forever the Sickest Kids' concert on Friday night, and then, we all go to the elder Waltz birthday party. Trevor Benz seems to be a very close friend of Char and her family. Well, I totally forgot Trev is from California.

THE VERY NEXT THREE DAYS I spent my time thinking about the perfect present for her. I talked to Greggie every single night about it. But he said he has the solution for my problem. He and Trevor will be in New York City before flying across the country, so they will see something perfect for her and buy it for me. The good news was Gregg was bringing my credit card.

However, I still will miss my dad. He will be the only one who is not invited to the party. He said he will be visiting soon though, I guess I just should wait for him. I suppose we will discuss the Jason topic and must deal with the consequences of my actions afterwards. Speaking of Jason, I have not talked to him in about a month, whatsoever, I am sure I will face him one day, eventually, not just yet. In Novas words; "Not today!"

I went to bed so exhausted and sleepy that night, after taking a very refreshing bath. I need to rest well because tomorrow is a big day at the club. We are celebrating an anniversary party in the afternoon. To be more specific, a Wednesday anniversary party in the middle of a summer afternoon. Exciting! I cannot remember the last time where I was at a party on a Wednesday afternoon. All the same, I am going to try to enjoy my time at the club.

I know I am not in the guest list, but I will be inside the real action and that counts for me. Besides, I will be helping in the kitchen. The Chef in charge is going to give me some tips and share a few cooking secrets. Tessa told him I have made studies in culinary arts. He wants to see my performance tonight, as if I can put any more pressure on that. Anyway, I cannot wait for it!

Speaking of cook and stuff, I did not mention this before, but the night Nova and I had dinner together, and after she left and I went to sleep, I had a very weird dream about us. We were cooking together, not at my place, in my Rhode Island home. Later that night we were sitting on the couch, the family's room lounge and were talking, laughing and having a very pleasant time.

In the blink of an eye, we both were kissing each other on the lips. It was not as shocking as I thought it was going to be to kiss another girl. It was sweet and magic. I caressed her face, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. I was looking at her, and she was looking at me with love, the same way I have feelings for her, the same way I want to be loved.

I did not tell anybody about this. It is kind of embarrassing not in the way you may think, but in the way, I cannot look at Nova in the eyes again, at least not in the way I used to before my dream. Believe me! I can tell now that I have spent a whole day with her at the beach.

I am not sure about what this is, or the meaning this could have, you know, minds are very tricky for humans, and I am sure if I ever tell her or anyone else this, there is no going back, this could affect our relationship in a very serious manner. It can backlash the beginning of a new and different friendship for me!

I can talk to Greggie about this. He will understand me all the way. Perhaps he can tell me what this is all about. I have never considered myself a different person before. The worst part of it is that I cannot take those pictures out of my mind since then. It is like a beautiful memory from the past. Every single time I remember that dream, I cannot stop smiling.

Maybe this could help me out to get through this night, or maybe I should forget about it and start to focus myself on what I should do instead. Besides, I need to be relaxed to do this the best I can, it is the first principle I learned in the culinary school, the same one where Chef Angelo Colto studied. He must know better than me.