Chapter Seven
I was back in my office the next day, staring at the framed poster of Villa D’Este Lake Como in Italy surrounded by the Alps. I hoped to work there someday.
I had sulked the rest of the night, not able to settle on my clarinet or the latest historical novel I was reading. I ended up watching a travel show about Sri Lanka. I’d had a rough night after the argument with Brandon and the surprising chat with Bond Jr. My restlessness found its way into my sleep and dreams.
I struggled to get any energy together for work and only just made it on time.
Felicia called and got the brunt of my bad humor.
“You could’ve warned me, you know? I hold you partially responsible.”
“What? The proposal turned into an argument. How is that even possible?” Bewilderment evident. “And
