Counterpoints: Book 2 by Rossi Laura

Author:Rossi, Laura [Rossi, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-12-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

First thing to do before the next race, was to learn how to pack a lighter suitcase.

Definitely.

Either that, Isabella thought, or do a little exercise and learn how to lift heavier baggage.

She dragged her big black suitcase- with her laptop secured on top of it and her camera around her neck- and walked the distance from Paddington station to her studio apartment in Bayswater.

I can do it, It’s not that bad.

Of course, she hadn’t expected heavy, thick, ‘impossible to walk through’ rain.

Actually, it was silly of her to not have expected that. Sure, it was the beginning of summer but did that mean something in England?

Obviously not.

Learned that the hard way!

It rained the day she came back from Toronto and It wasn’t a pretty scene to watch, Isabella dragging her stuff in the rain.

She did her best to walk fast and take shelter from the few platform roofs, she came across along the way home.

It didn’t help that she was tired, dead tired. Hillary had literally dragged her out after the race.

“I had a such a bad day, you have no idea” she had said and had insisted Isabella accompany her and Fred, John, Mark and two other technicians from MB.

They had gone for a quick nibble in this cool bar at the top of a skyscraper, where they stayed until very late, when the place had turned into a sort of club.

Isabella saw a green pedestrian light and decided last minute to cross the street. Her house was on the other side, anyway. She held onto her camera bag with one hand and was quickly under the shelter of a small bus stop roof.

Once she had removed a strand of wet hair from her face, she resumed her walk. She was almost there.

Stray cat Isabella almost made it home.

Her eyes set on the corner of her street- right where the small pub under her house was- and her lips curled up in a smile. She had never been so happy to see the front door of her building like that day.

In the end, going out with Hillary and the guys in Toronto hadn’t been such a bad idea. it would have been far worse to sit alone in her hotel room, thinking about Christopher and why he had rushed to London.

It had certainly helped to not think about the conversation she had had with Mr. Jenkins and the one she had overheard in the stairwell.

However, Isabella had mostly been happy to be there for Hillary- who was desperately trying to recover from her recent breakup with Mr. Jenkins and hoping to recharge her batteries, after covering up for Noah and his tantrums all afternoon.

One thing Isabella couldn’t shake off was John, tipsy like never before, trying to make a move on her, trying to kiss her in the taxi ride to the hotel.

Why doesn’t he get that no means no, it’s the same word in Italian and in English. How can I make myself clear with him?

Isabella crossed the street again and then almost crashed on her front door, almost hugged the door for the relief.

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