Today is my stop on the Someday in Parisblog tour and I am here today with an extract for you all.
Title: Someday in Paris Author: Olivia Lara Publisher: Aria Fiction Published: 14th May 2020 Format: ebook Source:: N/A Add It:Amazon. Goodreads. Summary: Finding the one is only the beginning…
1954. Zara is fifteen the first time she meets Leon. During a power cut in a small French museum, the two spend one short hour in the dark talking about their love for art, Monet and Paris. Neither knows what the other looks like. Both know their lives will never be the same.
1963. In Paris, Leon no longer believes he will ever find the girl he lost that night. After dreaming about him for years, Zara thinks she has already found him. When they meet at an exhibition, they don’t recognise each other – yet the way they feel is so familiar…
Over the course of twenty years, Zara and Leon are destined to fall in love again and again. But will they ever find a way to be together?
‘How are things with you, darling?’ I ask as we get close to Reims. The plan is to drop her off to meet some friends at the university in Reims while I go to Paris. Every year, on 9 December, I go to Paris no matter what.
‘Fine,’ she says, too busy with her phone to look at me.
‘Anything interesting happening?’
‘No, not really.’
As usual. Either Valerie has a painfully dull life or a secret one.
‘Ugh, perfect,’ she scoffs and throws the phone in her bag. Then she picks it up again like she can’t decide what to do.
‘It might help if you talk about it,’ I say.
‘It’s nothing really. Just this guy.’
I think I already know the answer.
‘Someone I met online. We’ve been chatting every day for a while now, but for the last two days, he’s been completely ignoring me. No email, no text, nothing. I’m so naïve. It’s my fault, really, for getting worked up about a man I’ve never even seen. Isn’t it stupid?’
I smile. No, no, it’s not. Not at all.
‘He’s clearly ghosting me. This is so embarrassing.’
‘What does ghosting mean?’ I ask.
‘Ghosting? It’s when someone disappears without an explanation. I’ve sent him tons of messages since Friday and nothing. Look,’ she says, shoving the phone in my face.
‘Can’t see while I’m driving, darling,’ I say calmly.
She seems frustrated with me. ‘Anyway, my friends say he’s a catfish; otherwise, why wouldn’t he talk on the phone or Skype?’
‘First ghosts, now catfish. Everything used to be much easier when I was your age.’
‘A catfish is someone who pretends to be someone else online,’ she says.
I don’t see the connection between that and a catfish, but what do I know?
‘Online as in on the internet?’
She laughs again. ‘Everyone is on Facebook and Twitter these days. He could very well be a twelve-year-old Parisian having fun with his playmates.’
‘As opposed to?’
‘A twenty-six-year-old actor on a movie set in Sydney.’
Today is probably not the day I tell her about the dreams. Even to me, an actor who avoids showing his face seems fishy.
‘He won’t even send me a photo. All the signs are there. Why did I even think there could be something between us? This whole thing is stressing me out. I can’t eat. And ever since he stopped responding I’ve been having the strangest dreams.’
‘What are the dreams about?’ I ask. A dream can be just a dream. Even in our family.
‘Don’t know. Stupid stuff.’
‘Please, tell me.’
She looks out the car window. ‘I dreamed about a man with a gun. He was pointing it at me, and I was scared, terrified. But the strange thing is, although it was me in the dream, it wasn’t me. I’m not sure how to explain it. It’s as if I saw it through someone else’s eyes.’
About the Author
Olivia’s love for words started as a child when she spent all her summer vacations watching her grandfather, who worked for the biggest publishing house in Romania, edit hundreds of books. She is a former investigative journalist for a newspaper and a television network in Romania, now a Marketing Director in Silicon Valley - in between she lived in Paris where her love for the Alsace region was born.