Blossom in Winter (Blossom in Winter #1)(56)
I don’t see him the next day. He doesn’t text me either. However I did receive a message from Dad wishing me a safe flight to Rotterdam and I also talked to him over the phone, sharing my thoughts about the conference on the way to Ciampino Airport. Nevertheless, I’m as happy as I’ve ever been. And why wouldn’t I be? I’ve just had the most amazing evening of my life. I go to the bathroom on the plane to refresh myself. I can’t help but notice the beautiful necklace staring back at me. I’m unusually glowing. Suddenly, I narrow my eyes at a strange pinkish mark on my neck. Holy shit. My face beams with joy. It’s him—he gave me a hickey! I blush, remembering my evening. I’m certain he didn’t do it accidentally; he wants me. This is the proof. I decide to hide it with a silk scarf around my neck. After all, no one, including my mom, needs to see this.
Chapter 12
Rotterdam, August 30, 2019
Petra Van Gatt
Mom lives on a beautiful property outside Rotterdam, on her own since the divorce from Dad. She enjoys her occasional “friends,” but no one serious enough to introduce me. She has, nevertheless, the amazing Anika, her loyal help. I’ve often wondered how Mom spends her days. From what she’s said, she usually travels, takes care of her garden, or helps some female-oriented organization. In fact, Mom has been particularly focused on female causes, investing her time and resources in many nonprofits that provide support for victims of domestic violence and sexual abuse. She has become an idol in her own right for many in the city, cultivating a great reputation.
As always, Mom is standing outside with her two kooikerhondje dogs, waiting for my car to arrive. I notice that she cut her long, straight blonde hair. She’s now styling it very short, but it suits her better like that.
“Mom!” I rush out of the car and hug her tight.
“Oh, my little angel,” replies Mom, kissing the top of my head. “You look wonderful.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Let’s go inside. Anika, please take the luggage to Petra’s bedroom.”
“Hi, Anika.” I joyfully hug her like a sister.
“Petra, it’s so good to see you. Your mom wouldn’t stop complaining how she missed you.”
Mom rolls her eyes.
“I missed Rotterdam so much. Mostly I missed you and Mom.”
“How was Rome?” asks Mom. “I’m dying to know everything. Let’s go the tea room,” she adds, grasping my hand.
The tea room is our favorite place in the whole house—an elegant and cozy living room where we can spend hours chatting about the most random subjects while emptying countless teapots. In the winter, we usually light a fire. Time always flies here. Unlike with Dad, I love to discuss everything and nothing with Mom. She’s so open-minded, so liberal; the conversations are so fluid, without filters. Along with Emma, Mom is one of my most intimate confidants. While I’m recalling my summer internship and the conference in Rome, I get the feeling Mom is particularly intrigued about something.
“I recognize this pendant…” she rebukes, while stirring her tea.
I blush, touching it instinctively. “Alex and I are friends again,” I simply reply. “I actually didn’t know he was from nobility.”
“Well, there is a lot about him and his family you don’t know...” It feels like a hint. “But anyway, that’s great. I’m glad for you. He has always been so kind and caring to you. I’m happy he’s back in your life.” Her tone and face, though, say otherwise.
“Indeed, and he continues to be exactly the same.”
“So, tell me.” Mom leans closer to me. “Why are you glowing? You look so radiant. I’ve never seen you like this before.”
“Well…” I bite my lip, undecided if I should tell her the truth or not. “I’m in love, Mom,” I announce, taking a sip of my tea.
“This is wonderful news. Finally. I felt there was something going on. You look happier, more vivid. So, who’s the lucky one?”
In fact, in seventeen years, I’ve never announced these words. It feels so strange, yet so wonderful at the same time. “Well”—I clear my throat—“I’m not sure if you’ll be too enthusiastic.”
“Why not? You drank your first glass of champagne with me. I’m quite open-minded.” Mom sees me hesitating. “C’mon, we never keep secrets from each other.”
And she’s right. “Very well.” I take a long breath, ready for World War III. “It’s Alex...”
Mom’s face goes blank, then livid. “Alex? You mean, as in Alexander Van Dieren?” I nod. “You must be kidding me! Petra, again? You know perfectly well he’s your godfather and way too old for you. Forget this nonsense, alright?”
I knew Mom wouldn’t approve. But I try to convince her anyway. “I do really love him.”
“You are confusing love with attraction, my dear. I know he is very good-looking and charming, but he is your father’s best friend and more than twice your age.”
“He’s also my best friend. I trust him completely.”
“Petra.” Her tone’s more authoritative. “Promise me you won’t do anything with him. I’m serious about this. Or else I’ll have to call Roy, and you know how much I hate talking to your father.”