So, I was a little depressed yesterday. For those that aren't aware, the 2014 FIFA World Cup is in full swing and yesterday Brazil was annihilated by Germany. The final score was 7 to 1! Germany broke a couple of records during that game, and the Brazilians were sent home.
But since they are the hosts, they just left the stadium and drove home. YIKES!
Anyways, I look forward to today's game, Argentina vs. Netherlands, so I'm gonna post this before I get carried away!
As usual, forgive any mistakes, this hasn't been seen by my lovely beta or pre-reader.
The next morning, after picking up a quick breakfast from the coffee shop around the corner of her apartment, Bella walked inside the Royal Art Gallery.
All artist had been given thee-by-three meters space to showcase their artwork for next week’s show. Bella had come to the gallery to check out her spot. Because most of her paintings were on the bigger side, Bella needed to figure out a way to put them on the walls and maybe have some hanging from the ceiling. She had been holding her most recent finished painting in the air, trying to measure where the cable from the ceiling could come down, when she heard Dr. Masri speak behind her.
“That is Isabella Swan, or as I call her, the Colorful Swan.”
Keeping her back to her, Bella rolled her eyes at the title, and then turned around to greet Dr. Masri, only to freeze when she found no other than Edward’s sister, Lady Rosalie, staring at her.
“Colorful, indeed,” Lady Rosalie commented, looking at the painting Bella was still holding up in the air.
Bella immediately set it down and blushed.
“Isabella, c’mere. Let me introduce you,” called out Dr. Masri.
Wiping her hands against on her cotton summer dress and pushing a few of the tendrils that had escaped from the messy bun, Bella approached them.
They stood together, like night and day. Dr. Masri was a beautiful woman in her early thirties. Her long jet black, straight hair, grey eyes, and cinnamon-gold skin tone stood out against Lady Rosalie’s golden hair, sapphire blue eyes and porcelain skin. They were both wearing business attire and their makeup and hair was flawless. Suffice to say, Bella felt underdress and sloppy in front of the two women.
“Lady Rosalie, Isabella Swan,” said Dr. Masri, placing her hand on Bella’s shoulder.
Bella wasn’t sure what to do, so she simply smiled and extended her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.”
Rosalie grinned, radiating warmth and her eyes sparkling. “The pleasure it’s all mine, Isabella.” She shook Bella’s hand. “I’ve been looking forward to meet you. Please call me Rosalie.”
“Only if you call me, Bella,” she answered with a grin.
“Bella it is,” Rosalie replied, her tone coy, like she knew something no one else did. “Is this new artwork?” she asked Bella, making her way to the paintings propped against the walls.
Bella followed her, her hand fidgeting. “A couple of them are.”
“Lovely,” commented Rosalie as she inspected Bella’s work.
“Thank you,” she replied bashfully, still a little uncomfortable with receiving compliments. She usually wasn’t keen on hearing people judge her work. The first time it happened was the most embarrassing experience of her life. She thought her art teacher had been brutal with his assessment, but later Bella understood that it was for her own good. Bella had eventually gotten used to it, but she still felt uncomfortable.
“I see you used darker colors on this one. That’s new, coming from you,” commented Dr. Masri, tapping the frame of the painting Bella had been holding.
Bella smiled and nodded. “Nothing escapes your notice, Dr. Masri. Yes, I’ve been trying to expand my palette like you suggested.”
Rosalie turned to face her. “That’s good, Isabella. I like how open you are to suggestions. You’re going to fit right in at RAI.” She was about to say something else, but her cell phone chirped. She extracted it from her purse and unlocked the screen. “Excuse me, but I must go.” She looked up and smiled. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Bella,” she said with a warm smile. “I’ll be seeing you on Sunday for the brunch, correct?”
Bella furrowed her brows. “Brunch?”
“Tia, haven’t you told Bella about Sunday?”
Dr. Masri mocked glared at Rosalie. “I was going to, but you beat me to it.”
Rosalie chuckled and turned back to Bella. “I’ll let her fill you in. Until Sunday,” she said, shaking Bella’s hand and then exchanging two air kisses with Dr. Masri. She walked towards three men in black suits that were waiting for her, and then they were gone.
Bella turned to Dr. Masri and crossed her arms. “What’s on Sunday?” she asked her with curiosity.
Next update will be up in 10 days! Till next time,
