Romance: My Italian Prince, Undercover Love: Sweet Romantic Comedy by JASMIN JACOBS Page B
Authors: JASMIN JACOBS
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ago they’d had a girls’ night in and Kat ended up confessing all her dirty-talks secrets. She had said she used the same line each time and it worked every damn time. This meant she was definitely walking the blocks to Kat’s place by herself.
Vanessa looked around the sidewalk. The two women were now doing the worst “Dancing Queen” routine she’d ever seen. The traffic whooshed by, drenching them in waves of water. Rain drummed through her wet jacket into her hair. Vanessa's thoughts were circling round her head as she trailed off helplessly; she would never find a taxi, she would be stuck out in the rain all night. Those coconut cocktails were noxious, she should had stopped after four. Alex was probably in bed with some European Princess right this second, telling her how beautiful she was. Her feet were blistered and they were freezing but it was nothing compared with the pain she felt in her heart.
“Taxi” she screamed the word and waved frantically. “Over here! Here!” Clutching her jacket over her head, she ran along the sidewalk, skidding slightly, yelling until she was hoarse, “Taxi! Taxi!”
As she reached the corner, the sidewalk was crowded with people so she skirted around them and up some stairs that led to a huge city building. She looked around herself trying to find out where she was and suddenly froze. Her eyes transfixed at the face right in front of her.
It was Alex. Oh god . She took a few steps forward to see better. Her foot skidded on the wet step and she was not sure what happened, but she tumbled right over and down the steps like a three year old. She scrabbled desperately at the stone balustrade, scraped her skin, and wrenched her hand.
“Oh shit” was the only thing that came to her mind to say as she sat on the ground, magazines all over her body and all over the crowded sidewalk. People stepped on them as they’re everywhere on the street, some lay in neat stacks in high water puddles. The man from the Newsstand kiosk she just had crashed into came running towards her.
“Ma’am are you alright?” He asked concerned. “Are you hurt ma'am?”
Vanessa didn’t hear him, she only focused on the beautiful man on the cover of the latest gossip magazine that lay in the water pile in front of her. There he was, her Alex. But standing close to a glam-looking woman in a beautiful dress. She looked closer and to her horror, she could see an older man staring back at her from the picture, standing behind the couple with a broad grin on his face. Brunetti. She squinted to read the tiny text under the picture. Oh, they’re in Venice, on a movie festival. One could count… She felt sick. She flicked through the wet pages to find the article inside. The Prince and the movie star. What?!
“Ma’am, you can’t sit on the wet ground like that, you’ll get sick.” The kiosk-man helped her to get up and she looked around herself. It was a mayhem and she had created it.
“I’m so, so sorry. I can buy some of the wet magazines to compensate for the damage,” she whisked out her overused credit card and handed it to him. “Please, just add what you think the damages will cost you.”
“No, no. Can’t do that Ma’am. It was an accident. You just try to get home safely now ok.
The man turned around and began to collect wet newspapers and magazines from the street.
Vanessa took a few wobbling steps and registered the distant yellow light from a cab.
“Over here” all that came out was a whisper, she didn’t have any strength left in her body.
As in a miracle, the taxi driver stopped right in front of her. She climbed in clenching the soaking magazine with Alex face on to her chest. The prince and the movie star she echoed the sentence from the magazine article as they drove off. The cab making the water sprinkle as a fountain over the poor kiosk owner who stood bent down on his knees trying to collect his drenched
Vanessa looked around the sidewalk. The two women were now doing the worst “Dancing Queen” routine she’d ever seen. The traffic whooshed by, drenching them in waves of water. Rain drummed through her wet jacket into her hair. Vanessa's thoughts were circling round her head as she trailed off helplessly; she would never find a taxi, she would be stuck out in the rain all night. Those coconut cocktails were noxious, she should had stopped after four. Alex was probably in bed with some European Princess right this second, telling her how beautiful she was. Her feet were blistered and they were freezing but it was nothing compared with the pain she felt in her heart.
“Taxi” she screamed the word and waved frantically. “Over here! Here!” Clutching her jacket over her head, she ran along the sidewalk, skidding slightly, yelling until she was hoarse, “Taxi! Taxi!”
As she reached the corner, the sidewalk was crowded with people so she skirted around them and up some stairs that led to a huge city building. She looked around herself trying to find out where she was and suddenly froze. Her eyes transfixed at the face right in front of her.
It was Alex. Oh god . She took a few steps forward to see better. Her foot skidded on the wet step and she was not sure what happened, but she tumbled right over and down the steps like a three year old. She scrabbled desperately at the stone balustrade, scraped her skin, and wrenched her hand.
“Oh shit” was the only thing that came to her mind to say as she sat on the ground, magazines all over her body and all over the crowded sidewalk. People stepped on them as they’re everywhere on the street, some lay in neat stacks in high water puddles. The man from the Newsstand kiosk she just had crashed into came running towards her.
“Ma’am are you alright?” He asked concerned. “Are you hurt ma'am?”
Vanessa didn’t hear him, she only focused on the beautiful man on the cover of the latest gossip magazine that lay in the water pile in front of her. There he was, her Alex. But standing close to a glam-looking woman in a beautiful dress. She looked closer and to her horror, she could see an older man staring back at her from the picture, standing behind the couple with a broad grin on his face. Brunetti. She squinted to read the tiny text under the picture. Oh, they’re in Venice, on a movie festival. One could count… She felt sick. She flicked through the wet pages to find the article inside. The Prince and the movie star. What?!
“Ma’am, you can’t sit on the wet ground like that, you’ll get sick.” The kiosk-man helped her to get up and she looked around herself. It was a mayhem and she had created it.
“I’m so, so sorry. I can buy some of the wet magazines to compensate for the damage,” she whisked out her overused credit card and handed it to him. “Please, just add what you think the damages will cost you.”
“No, no. Can’t do that Ma’am. It was an accident. You just try to get home safely now ok.
The man turned around and began to collect wet newspapers and magazines from the street.
Vanessa took a few wobbling steps and registered the distant yellow light from a cab.
“Over here” all that came out was a whisper, she didn’t have any strength left in her body.
As in a miracle, the taxi driver stopped right in front of her. She climbed in clenching the soaking magazine with Alex face on to her chest. The prince and the movie star she echoed the sentence from the magazine article as they drove off. The cab making the water sprinkle as a fountain over the poor kiosk owner who stood bent down on his knees trying to collect his drenched
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