You Know I Do (Curtain Call Book 2) by Laura Greenwood

Author:Laura Greenwood [Greenwood, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Crying seemed to be my new thing. Not that I was doing it every day or anything. It had been weeks since Belle’s interview, and the night when I’d first broken down. But this time was different. This was all out ugly sobs. At least I’d managed to wait until I got home, where the only people that were around to witness it were David, Jack and Belle. Even if, in an ideal world, David wouldn’t be here to see this. But it kind of felt like everything was ruined. Or whole racks of costumes were ruined at the very least, along with the some of the sketches and patterns that I’d used to make them. Ruined in the fire that wasn’t any of our faults. At this point, the tears were unavoidable.

A fire had started in mine and Belle’s studio. No one seemed to know exactly how it had started, just that the result was hours more work for me. But it wasn’t that I was crying for. Just like Jack and his carving, or Belle and her drawings, what had been destroyed was my art. Not one of those pieces could be remade identically, and each of them had been made with love.

David stroked my hair as he hugged me to him, but hadn’t said a word since we’d got back to the flat and I’d run off to my room. Belle had tried to suggest I eat something, but I just couldn’t stomach it right now.

“Hayley?” David asked softly.

“Uh-huh?” I replied through the sniffles.

“Do you remember the first day we met? When you talked about your costumes?” I frowned against his chest, unsure why he was bringing this up. Especially now. David waited for a moment, before carrying on regardless of if it was a good idea or not. “You told me that each costume is a work of art, and that each was different. Why don’t you do it like that?”

“Huh?” I wasn’t sure what he meant, and propped myself up on my elbows so I could look at his face. He trailed his hand down so it traced patterns on my back, the sensation super soothing. He’d been doing it more and more often after I’d told him.

“Make them different on purpose.” I looked at him, completely at a loss for what to say, and not quite getting what he meant. “The new costumes have to serve the same purpose, right?”

“Well, yes. They’ve got to replace the ones that were destroyed,” I said slowly, wiping the last of the tears from my cheeks. Just being near him seemed to calm me, and I started to mull over what he was saying. Even so, whatever it was still eluded me.

“They don’t actually have to be identical to the old costumes.”

“Oh.” Realisation came over me in a flash, which would definitely have been a light bulb moment, had we been living in a cartoon. He was trying to suggest that I replaced the damaged costumes with new designs.

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