two unique stories combine into one at a dance,
the florist intrigues the famous indie singer,
feels like they have met before,
feels like the dance is just the beginning,
i mean soulmates, aren't just lovers...
this is just a story for those hope...
"I can't believe the indie singer asked you for a dance!" My mother applauds. Ever since she found me at a grand family party I wasn't invited to, I had no choice but to tell her everything. She's my mother, and she deserves to know anyway. What I didn't expect was that she would be exhilarated rather than question if I have been hit on the head. She came searching for me because I wasn't downstairs at the shop, and it was late. Usually I would have been home before the lights went down, but not every day is the same day isn't it?
"How about you eat something and tell me everything again, won't you?" Her smile is all over her face. Just a few minutes ago, she was pulling me back home. The first question she asked was "What had I told you about not peeking in at other's parties, especially if they're near the shop?" Yeah, so this wasn't the first time peeking into another's party, however the only reason I had done so was because the arena was open after renovation and I wanted to look at the decor. France builders know exactly how to put our tourists in a romantic mood.
My mother knows my curiosity when it comes to parties, as my world is so small and I have never been to a party as grand as this.
I was waiting for Valerio, being cautious of the guests realizing that I am not supposed to be here. "Renee!" My mother called out from outside, her voice was faint and it took me a few seconds to react. I darted out the door, feeling guilty for not being able to tell Valerio why I left. My mother face palmed herself and chuckled at me.
We sat down at the dining table, whilst my mother had placed a few spoons of plain rice with stewed tofu. "New neighbors have moved into Mrs. Garcia's house and they came by- they said it was a homemade chocolate pastry. They give this to their neighbors every time they move to a new house," My mother informs me. One of the best things about my mother is how her voice is so gentle, no wonder I used to sleep well every time she sang songs to me when I was little. "What are their names?" I ask, "The Clooneys," She laughs, "Before you say George Clooney, it's not them."
I laugh along with her, as my mother fills her plate as well and sits on the chair opposite me. "Why did you have to wait for me?" I frown, letting her know that she shouldn't have waited for me to eat. "Love, your papa had gone to the airport to pick up your grandmother, so I decided to make something light for when they come, that's all. Plus, I took time looking for you." There she goes, making me feel guilty. "I apologize mama, all of this feels so surreal to me." I speak, while chewing on tofu.
"You don't need to apologize Renee, but I do want you to tell me," Mother, oh mother. The way you just know how to make me feel easy. She speaks, feeding her mouth with another spoon of rice: "The young Valerio, as in the indie singer you love listening to, the one who made you speak on the radio, just to get a ticket to one of his concerts- he asked you to dance?" My mother is filled with glee every time she mentions Valerio, this story must have been amusing to her. "Ma!" I squeal with delight. We both finish our plate at the same time, and get up to place it on the sink. While I have the opportunity - I playfully hit my mother on the shoulder. "Firstly, the radio asked a question I knew the answer to, and yes he did ask me. Even I am as shocked as you are," My hand lands on my hip, "You sound just like your father," she confesses, making me enthusiastic.
Whilst I bit on the chocolate pastry, and my mother's washing the vessels, she can't stop complimenting me. "More importantly, I am glad someone finally understands how attractive you are. It's about time someone changed your opinion about yourself," She isn't wrong. Every time someone compliments my looks, I can't take them. I am scared if I take it for granted- however I am still learning.
Right after my mother's done washing the vessels and passes them to me, so I can dry them on the vessel rack- she becomes serious. I give her a towel to dry her palms, "Renee love, I know this night has been like a dream, but something tells me this is just the beginning. I want you to be careful okay?"
Okay, I am very slow today. "What do you mean?" My mother completes utilizing the towel and goes out to dry it at the balcony rack. I follow her movements and she motions me to come to her. She used to do these hand motions that are so cute, where her fingertips touch her palms and release- and they make me feel so nostalgic. This is one of my habits. Right now I could be the mother and she could be my child, and she's so endearing.
She closes the balcony door and rests by the couch, she pats the seat next to her, and I sit down right there. She tugs a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I need you to promise me, that you are going to be cautious and know where you are whenever you are around him alright?" My mother states, she's so tranquil, like the cottages in the countryside. "Ma, I don't even know if I am going to see him after tonight," I realize, "Something tells me it's just the beginning, I mean think about your feelings here. In fact, you never know what he could be thinking as we speak," She tells me, and it's making sense. I have no idea what could occur tomorrow.
"How do you-" Before I finish my sentence, my mother cuts me off "That doesn't matter. All I want is for you to be careful, the world of celebrities is a huge one, and being a part of their lives can sound wrong, but feels right." I nod, "So now, I want you to promise me, that you will be careful," As much as I really want to, I ask, "Ma, why are you making this sound like this is bad," Her light chuckle erases the tension. "Sweetie, I just don't want you to be caught into petty things like other's opinions, there's a bigger world out there- and I am going to say it's not going to be easy."
"Well, you do have a point," I breathe out. "Although, nothing has happened yet. It was just a dance, and who knows maybe this was just a one thing after all," I pour out the clouded thoughts in my head into one sentence.
"Sure, let's go with that," My mother exhales, almost giving up on this conversation. She gets up from the couch, but turns to look at me: "Renee, promise me," She lets out her hand. I stare at the hand then back at my mother. "I promise," I place my hand on top hers and stand up.
