organize their dream day might help you to believe in love again.â
âSpeaking of love, I did a horrible thing⦠Emma, I read a letter addressed to another person.â
âYou?
Miss Privacy is sacred?â
âUmm, yes. It was by chance⦠There is this very handsome guy who works as the errand boy and his letter fell into my hands⦠I didnât want to read it! Believe meâ¦â
âSure, I suppose soâ¦â
âIt was a love letter. So straightforward and passionate. I never would have the courage to say or write something like this to a man.â
âI know, because you lack self-confidence.â
âItâs true. I would like to learn how to be more confident, less worried about everything. Is there a secret for this?â
âYes! Just live in the present. Take what life gives and try to relax!â
I adored Emma. She was always able to cheer me up⦠and she was often right, like this time. Yes, what did I have to lose? I lived in Milan, had a job in a prestigious agency and had a wonderful friend. I was lucky and I should repeat this to myself every day. I needed to trust myself in spite of Niccolò, Anna, Valentina and whomever future
bad guy
I might stumble uponâ¦
âThank you, Emma. Love you.â
âLove you too, Coco. Remember I will always be here for you.â
*
It was lunch time, but I wasnât hungry at all. I couldnât swallow a peanut! I decided to have a pineapple juice and just walk around the nearby neighbourhood. The city was full of people rushing, cars racing by, crowds waiting at bus stops, young people in line at counters in bars just to get a quick sandwich. It was so different from the relaxed Venetian pace.
While I was walking back to the office, I noticed an old couple sitting on a bench. He caressed her hand, while his wife smiled and talked animatedly. I stopped to look at them for a moment. They were beautiful. They looked like two adolescents. I wondered how long they had been together. I felt touched, and the tears I had to hold back all morning, gushed out. This was the kind of love I was looking for and maybe I would never find. I dried my eyes with a handkerchief and entered the office building. I went straight to the bathroom to fix my make-up and thought of Niccolò. What would he have thought seeing me like this? He, who imagined that I was so strong and determined? Then I realized I really had to stop thinking about him. Stop asking myself what he would think or what he would say⦠I had to forget him, cancel all thoughts of him. He loved another woman; never loved me. Letâs move on, Coco!
I needed to stop looking back at my disastrous past, stop obsessively analyzing my faults. I wanted to look ahead. If my
karma
was testing me, I wouldnât give up. Was it asking me to organize wedding receptions? Well, I was ready for it. I will become the queen of wedding planners! I had cried enough. It was time to stop. Furthermore, crying makes you wrinkled and I couldnât afford it.
Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty
. Another Mademoiselle Coco truth, and I wanted to get to fifty, beautiful and self-accomplished. I will make it.
4
My Sheath Dress
My first weeks at work were frantic and exhausting. I was shocked by the quantity of things I had to learn. I thought that a few basics were enough: a beautiful off-white dress (pure white is out of date), two white gold wedding rings (yellow gold is out of date too), a little old church in the countryside (pastoral style is very chic) and a restaurant, that actually is not really a restaurant. The reception must be on a lake, or a Caribbean beach, or on the roof top of a palace (the more itâs a
non-restaurant
, the better). But most of all, we needed a groom who wouldnât flee on the morning of the wedding!
I was in my training phase and I carefully followed all the
âSpeaking of love, I did a horrible thing⦠Emma, I read a letter addressed to another person.â
âYou?
Miss Privacy is sacred?â
âUmm, yes. It was by chance⦠There is this very handsome guy who works as the errand boy and his letter fell into my hands⦠I didnât want to read it! Believe meâ¦â
âSure, I suppose soâ¦â
âIt was a love letter. So straightforward and passionate. I never would have the courage to say or write something like this to a man.â
âI know, because you lack self-confidence.â
âItâs true. I would like to learn how to be more confident, less worried about everything. Is there a secret for this?â
âYes! Just live in the present. Take what life gives and try to relax!â
I adored Emma. She was always able to cheer me up⦠and she was often right, like this time. Yes, what did I have to lose? I lived in Milan, had a job in a prestigious agency and had a wonderful friend. I was lucky and I should repeat this to myself every day. I needed to trust myself in spite of Niccolò, Anna, Valentina and whomever future
bad guy
I might stumble uponâ¦
âThank you, Emma. Love you.â
âLove you too, Coco. Remember I will always be here for you.â
*
It was lunch time, but I wasnât hungry at all. I couldnât swallow a peanut! I decided to have a pineapple juice and just walk around the nearby neighbourhood. The city was full of people rushing, cars racing by, crowds waiting at bus stops, young people in line at counters in bars just to get a quick sandwich. It was so different from the relaxed Venetian pace.
While I was walking back to the office, I noticed an old couple sitting on a bench. He caressed her hand, while his wife smiled and talked animatedly. I stopped to look at them for a moment. They were beautiful. They looked like two adolescents. I wondered how long they had been together. I felt touched, and the tears I had to hold back all morning, gushed out. This was the kind of love I was looking for and maybe I would never find. I dried my eyes with a handkerchief and entered the office building. I went straight to the bathroom to fix my make-up and thought of Niccolò. What would he have thought seeing me like this? He, who imagined that I was so strong and determined? Then I realized I really had to stop thinking about him. Stop asking myself what he would think or what he would say⦠I had to forget him, cancel all thoughts of him. He loved another woman; never loved me. Letâs move on, Coco!
I needed to stop looking back at my disastrous past, stop obsessively analyzing my faults. I wanted to look ahead. If my
karma
was testing me, I wouldnât give up. Was it asking me to organize wedding receptions? Well, I was ready for it. I will become the queen of wedding planners! I had cried enough. It was time to stop. Furthermore, crying makes you wrinkled and I couldnât afford it.
Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty
. Another Mademoiselle Coco truth, and I wanted to get to fifty, beautiful and self-accomplished. I will make it.
4
My Sheath Dress
My first weeks at work were frantic and exhausting. I was shocked by the quantity of things I had to learn. I thought that a few basics were enough: a beautiful off-white dress (pure white is out of date), two white gold wedding rings (yellow gold is out of date too), a little old church in the countryside (pastoral style is very chic) and a restaurant, that actually is not really a restaurant. The reception must be on a lake, or a Caribbean beach, or on the roof top of a palace (the more itâs a
non-restaurant
, the better). But most of all, we needed a groom who wouldnât flee on the morning of the wedding!
I was in my training phase and I carefully followed all the
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