PRESENT DAY______________-NINA-"You should join me for a yoga class in the park sometime," said Sienna as soon as I arrived in front of her building. It's a warm Sunday morning, and we've arranged to run together. She is my only friend to keep me company at this type of event, since Michelle avoids doing sports like the plague, and Harper is constantly busy. Even sleeping on her living room couch, I’ve barely seen her lately. Her schedule is very busy, with a lot of meetings happening during the weekends.Since coming back from Italy, it's the first time I'll be spending time alone with Sienna, and I've been looking forward to it."I´ll pass. Yoga is just too slow for me. " I need something to boost my blood flow." I always feel more alive after a good run. It helps me organize my thoughts. Back in high school, I was on the track team. Even if my time was not great, the coach kept me on the team just because of my commitment."Sometimes, people achieve that through meditation," she
THIRTEEN YEARS AGO_______________________-CHRIS-"If this triangle is acute, what is the sin of A?" Nina pointed with her pencil at my notebook, a lock of her dark, wavy hair falling over her forehead. My hand was itching to reach for it and tuck it behind her ear. She turned her gaze from the page to face me, those gorgeous forest-green eyes filled with expectation.For about a month now, she's been tutoring me after school. We've been meeting a few days a week at her house, whenever we both have free time. Some days we study in the living room, others, like today, in the kitchen. Never in her bedroom, as her strict father made it clear from my first visit.I love their kitchen. It is the heart of the house with wooden cabinets and deep green tiles on the backsplash wall. In the middle, there is an island where Nina's mother makes pasta with a long, thin rolling pin. A large window overlooking the vineyards floods the space with light. Their whole house is cozy and full of life, th
-NINA-"Tesoro, ero in pensiero!" My mother's loud voice came through the cell phone speaker."Mamma! There's nothing to be worried about," I sighed heavily, looking at her delicate features. My mom has fair skin, delicate bone structure and chestnut hair. Even in her late fifties, she is still a beautiful woman, with the grace of a movie star from the fifties.I inherited part of her refined features, but I look more like my father, with my dark brown hair and slightly darker skin. However, my eyes aren't brown like his, but a dark shade of green."But we haven't spoken for nearly a week!" With the look of shock on her face, you'd have thought I'd disappeared for a whole year."That is not true. We've been texting every day. I just couldn't call you sooner because of the time difference." Italy is 6 hours ahead of New York, making it difficult to find time for a proper telephone call."It's not the same when I can't see your face. I was feeling uneasy about you living in New York. It
-NINA-Chris was talking with a bald older man in a brown suit with a white mustache when I approached them near the elevators."Can I speak with you for a second, Mr. Hayworth," I corrected myself for my earlier mistake. It's better that our connection stays private.Their heads turned to look at me. "Of course. We'll continue this conversation later, Mendelson. Call my assistant to schedule a meeting," he addressed the bald man, who I think tried to smile behind the thick mustache, before getting into the elevator. After Chris and I were alone, he started to talk to me again."We're on a last name basis now, Ms. Benedetti?" his tone was playful, his hands inside his pockets.I lifted my chin to him, straightening my spine. Even with high heels, he was still at least a foot taller than me. "I'd prefer it if people didn't realize we knew each other."“I can be quiet. It’s you who tend to scream when I’m around.” he gave me a cheeky smile.My blood started to boil. The audacity of this
PRESENT DAY _____________ -NINA- "We're doing things differently on this project," Mark was explaining to me as our team arrived at the client's large conference room. "For private clients, there isn't usually this kind of competition, but this company is trying to establish itself in the US for the first time. Three architectural firms were chosen to develop a pilot project that will be expanded around the country as a second step." I was nervously fiddling with one of the buttons of my navy V-neck midi dress. After assisting Mark on this project for the past few weeks, he invited me to be part of the small team that would present the proposal. It was a huge opportunity for my career to be publicly acknowledged in Mark Atwood's team. Back in the office, I was sure Lilian was grinding her teeth because of that. "All those three firms are attending the meeting today?" I asked him. "Yes. We'll be the second to present. I'm not worried though. The sustainability aspect was
THIRTEEN YEARS AGO _______________________ -NINA- "Come on Nina. It's Friday. You're not staying at school after hours just to study. Is that even allowed? Besides, it's too hot inside. Let's have frozen yogurt," said Harper, trying to drag me by the hand to the parking lot. "Sorry, I can´t. I have a history test next week and still have to learn about World War II. You know how Mr. Williams looks at me sideways every time Italy is mentioned. I'm sure he'll give us a particularly tough test." I let go of her hand and gave her an apologetic look. "We can have a regular ice cream tomorrow. It's better than this frozen yogurt stuff." "How are you going home afterward? Is your mom picking you up?" Since I don't have a car, Harper is the one who usually gives me a ride home. "Yes, don't worry. I'm only staying for a couple of hours at the library. Just enough to read those thick books that they don't let us borrow. You can go, I'll call you later." "Okay. But if you cha