For the last 2 days in her stay in Long Island, Amanda has been busy revising her novel. She added some words but erases them after. She just can't seem to become satisfied with her work.
Amanda continued to mumble and grumble by herself when she remembered what Henry just said to her last night. Change? Independent, smart and classy women? Independent sounds great. Never had a problem with women, smart-love the idea but classy? What do I know of being classy? I know sweaters and skirts, but they didn't look classy. What is classy?
Amanda stood up and went outside to her balcony. She admired the sight of the vineyard's landscape, the people, the birds flying around. Summer is almost over and Autumn would soon come.
If I am ever going to write something about women as the lead character, then this may be out of my comfort zone.
She went back inside, walking all around her room. Thinking about it, Henry did give me a very good idea. Actually, it is a great idea. Problem is, who would it be?
She then stopped and caught a reflection in the mirror of a slender woman wearing think glasses; her raven black hair that thankfully was comb; wearing a white shirt and some denim skinny jeans and a some sandals. Her posture was slouching and unattractive that she gradually fixed it by standing up straight, lifting her soft chin up.
She continued to stare at it for a moment and broke contact as she shifted her large blue eyes to her laptop. She approached it and sat on the chair, laying her unpolished fingers on the keys and began to type words.
YOU ARE READING
Falling in love with Ms. Bennet
ChickLitAmanda Adams, a romance novelist, has lived in 25 years with only 5 contacts in her phone, barely going out from her apartment, writing romance that she herself has never experience. She never expected that a phone call would be a new turning point...
