Fashionista in Italy

Ruth



Diary

Monday 23 March

I am in Italy. Right now I am in Rome sitting on a bench surrounded by pigeons, with my laptop on my legs, writing this for you. I have got a job in an Italian Boutique doing the window dressing which is a good place to start.



Roma, Roma, Roma,
How do I count the ways?

I'm not sure if that's right...



I cross my legs and see a cute guy float by. Is he a model?
"Excuse me!" I call after him," I've left my laptop on the bench and am holding my arm up in the air, gripping my flip-mobile in it.
"Yes?" he turns, he has an Italian accent, oh SO groovy!
"Are you a model?"
"No!" he smiled, taken aback, he smiled, I smiled back, he looked complimented by my question.
"Would you like to model for me for my new brand of clothes, free of charge?" I ask, putting on my flirtiest smile to try and get away with it.
I am trying to become a fashion designer. I have got a show in the middle of town. My first one this big! It is SO exciting.
"Yeah, I'd love to!" he grinned at me and I just melted, "You better not leave this lying around!" he picked up my laptop and handed it to me.
"Thank you!" I breathed.
"It could have some very important designs on it!"
"Well...I... will you be my muse?" I spurted out and prayed I had not.
"Yeah, sure!" he smiled, he seemed completely taken in and charmed by me!
I was taken aback, "Well, please contact me here," I handed him my card, I closed my eyes and shook my head.
"What is it?" he frowned.
"I just... can't believe... you actually said yes - twice! For me! I'm touched..."
"Wow!" oh god, I'd chased him off, he thought I was a freaky stalker.
"Sorry, I..."
"No! I'm flattered. Please! Sit down."
We sat together chatting for a while, it seemed he wanted to be an actor and had done some jobs at the local actors guild, he came from Milan and they had payed him to act there for them. He said there were going to be talent scouts there so it could be his big break!
"Mine too!" I chimed.
"Ciou Bella!" he called.
"Ciou!" I waved my hand limply.



Was I dreaming, I thought so, I felt swept off my feet, I fainted.
When I woke up, it was all blurry and clear. Someone was holding me. I looked up, he was a young man.
"Are you alright?" he was English.
"Hi!"
"You Scottish?" he asked.
"Yes!"
"I feel a lot closer to home now I've met you! What happened to you?"
"I was swept off my feet!"
"By a boy, I bet!"
"How did you know?!" I was finding it harder to breathe by the second.
"Stay with me..."
"Ruth!" I whimpered.
"I'm getting you to the hospital."
"I can't afford it!" I groaned.
"Don't worry, I'll pay and get you the best medical care you need!" he looked into my eyes, holding my head, "Stay with me..."
He faded away.



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