Chapter 21.
A chilly rain was falling from the gray sky when the
cab dropped Rozelle off at a small library in the Bronx and after
paying the fare she opened the door and unfurled the bright
red, umbrella which shielded her from the downpour before crossing the street to where a small crowd
had formed in front of a fake store front.
Someone, perhaps one of the technicians had erected a black
canvas to protect the expensive filming equipment.
"Stay behind the barricade." Someone shouted at the crowd of onlookers.
"Quiet on the set!"
Then a blonde haired man, who was seated beneath the canvas
raised a small bullhorn and shouted,"Action!"
A cathedral like hush fell over the crowd when Katrina von
Hapsberg emerged from the storefront and
slowly walked along the sidewalk as if the rain didn't exist in her reality, which might have been true.
Katrina's beauty was exaggerated beneath the expertly applied water proof make-up and
she was wearing a simple outfit of jeans and a blue raincoat and carrying a small sack of groceries.
The camera followed her along the cleared section of pavement until she rounded the corner.
"Cut!" shouted the director.
Katrina's introverted expression relaxed and turning ,she flashed a smile at
the crowd who burst into spontaneous applause.
As she languidly lifted her hand to wave at her fans, Katrina's smiling eyes met
Rozelle's and seemed to momentarily freeze before widening ever so slightly.
The moment was electrifying.
Rozelle felt it like a powerful, jolt to the stomach.
Lifting her own hand in a tentative wave, Rozelle quickly
backed away from the crowd, turned her back on Katrina and stepped off the sidewalk to hail a cab.
Chapter 22.
"Rozelle!" Katrina shouted, just as a yellow cab splashed to a halt right next to her and Rozelle in a
panicked moment, wrenched the door opened and hurled herself
inside the car, breathlessly telling the driver her home address.
As they sped away she leaned back against the ripped seat and patted her chest.
"Are you okay?" The concerned cabby asked in a soft, Haitian accent.
"I'm fine." Rozelle lied.
At home she found it hard to concentrate and burned Sean's dinner for the first time since they'd been together.
Sighing in frustration, Rozelle scraped the ruined seafood pasta
into the trash and checked the fridge for fresh ingredients to throw together for dinner.
There was a single package of Italian sausages in the freezer and half a loaf of rye bread.
Rozelle decided to make a quick run to the supermarket for rice,
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Savage Affair : Book 2 Of The Affair.
Художественная прозаAfter breaking up with Katrina von Hapsberg Rozelle is trying to go on with her life. Meanwhile Katrina wants her back. And Klaus won't stand for it. But what steps will he take to stop it?
