Living with Love: Lessons in Love, #3

By Clarissa Carlyle

Book 3 in the Lessons in Love New Adult / Coming of Age Romance series

Alex Heron has graduated from Princeton, and now it's time for her to make her mark in the big wide world. With an exciting job opportunity in New York City, everything seems to be going well, but with the two great loves of her life, Oscar and Mark, still looming in the background it's going to be far from smooth sailing.

Will Alex finally get the happy ending she so desperately deserves? Only time will tell as she navigates both the city and life back in Woodsdale in her ongoing search for her true self and true happiness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clarissa Carlyle
• Release date: Aug 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502262387

Book preview

Part One

ALEX SPOTTED ASHLEY gazing out of a window in the departure lounge in LAX and immediately ran up to her. Ashley turned just as Alex approached, and the girls embraced.

I missed you! Alex said as they pulled apart, taking in Ashley’s new glow from having spent a few weeks back home in Los Angeles.

I missed you too, fellow alumni. Ashley smiled.

Oh my goodness, yes, can you believe we’ve graduated! Alex exclaimed.

Of course I can; we are amazing. Ashley laughed. And now we’re off on our well-earned amazing European adventure!

I’m excited, Alex said. It had been years since she’d last been on vacation, back when her father was alive.

Me too, I can’t wait to soak in the culture, and the men, Ashley added.

When do we board?

Any minute now. Ashley looked back out of the window and pointed to a plane close by to where they were standing.

That’s our plane.

It is? Alex gazed in awe at the huge metal bird. She’d forgotten just how exciting airplane travel could be.

Over the loudspeaker, there was an announcement that the Virgin Atlantic flight to London Heathrow would commence boarding imminently.

That would be us, old sport, Ashley said in a terrible English accent.

Spiffing. Alex laughed in an equally terrible attempt at the dialect.

Twelve hours, four films and three airplane-quality meals later, Alex and Ashley arrived at the first point of call on their European adventure: London, England.

The two girls, wearied from travel, pulled along their now unbearably heavy suitcases as they shuffled out of the arrivals gate. Their pace slowed to a crawl as they approached the sliding glass exit doors and noticed that outside it was raining, heavily.

Eurgh, rain, Ashley moaned, pausing to pull up the hood on her sweater over her head. Alex did the same thing and braced herself for the drizzle awaiting them just outside.

Come on, we just need to get a cab, Alex rallied her friend with as much enthusiasm as her fatigued body could muster.

I believe the proper term here is a taxi, Ashley quipped, her clipped fake accent returning.

Taxi, then. Alex smiled. We still need to get one to get to our hotel.

Okay, okay.

They bustled out of the airport and hailed a nearby black taxi.

Oh my God. Ashley giggled as they got inside, her energy renewed. The taxi looks just like it does in the movies. I feel like I’m Bridget Jones.

You girls American? the taxi driver asked from the front seat in a thick cockney accent.

What gave us away? Alex asked.

Well, welcome to England, he said in a friendly tone. I hope you have a lovely time here.

Super, Ashley declared in her own terrible attempt at the accent, which made the driver smile and shake his head.

ALEX LIKED LONDON IMMENSELY. It was bustling like any other city, but what made it different was the abundance of history littered all around. You couldn’t walk down a road without tripping over some important landmark. It made everywhere seem so interesting and unique.

They were staying in a hotel on the outskirts of the city, which meant that each day they had to traverse the underground system to get to any of their destinations. This presented a problem for Ashley, who wasn’t accustomed to public transportation.

Alex, where do we go? she asked helplessly each morning after they’d planned their day out, handing the map of the underground to her friend while wearing a lost puppy expression.

Okay, well, we’re heading for Buckingham Palace, Alex muttered as she surveyed the map.

I do hope we get to see the Queen. Ashley clapped her hands together with excitement.

So we want to get off here. Alex pointed at a mark on the map, which meant nothing to Ashley.

Just follow me. Alex smiled, enjoying her role of tour guide. It made her feel important, like an integral part of their adventure rather than just a spectator.

Being surrounded by so many British accents was a complete novelty, especially for Ashley. She had a fondness for British guys, citing that they were so well dressed and well-spoken that she couldn’t resist them.

A few times during their traversing of the underground system the girls were asked out for drinks, but they always declined.

This vacation is a man-free zone, Ashley would inform them sternly as they sighed with disappointment.

Even though the vacation was meant to be man-free, Alex’s mind was far from devoid of the opposite sex. She kept thinking about Oscar, worrying about how he was doing back in America in the hospital, where he was being kept following his suicide attempt. She wondered if he was getting better and if she’d made the right decision in leaving him there.

Stop thinking about him, Ashley would tut whenever she spotted Alex gazing blankly ahead.

I’m not, Alex would lie.

I know you too well, Alex. Stop thinking about Deloitte and focus on now. There will be plenty of time to see him when we’re back.

It helped that Ashley knew her so intimately that she could essentially protect Alex from her own inner demons.

But even Ashley didn’t know about the other guy who haunted Alex’s thoughts. The guy who had written her a letter that she simply couldn’t forget.

Mark was back in Woodsdale, teaching and apparently waiting for her. He had said that he’d wait for her forever. The romance of the declaration resonated within Alex even though she tried to resist it. As much as she wanted to stop thinking about both Mark and Oscar and focus on her vacation, she kept thinking about the letter and the promise to wait. It had admittedly blown her away.

The girls walked through a large green park as they made their way towards Buckingham Palace. They were now dressed for the weather, both in skinny jeans, boots and parka jackets. Even though they had hoods covering their heads, Ashley insisted on bringing an umbrella, which was proving difficult to maneuver on and off the busy underground train carriages.

Do you really need the umbrella? Alex asked as they descended the stairs from yet another underground station.

Brolly, Ashley corrected, loving learning all the local lingo.

Fine, brolly, do you need it when we have our hoods?

Ashley shrugged flippantly and looked at the umbrella she was carrying by her side.

I think it gives us an air of mystery, she concluded. There is something romantic about walking in the rain beneath a brolly.

You’re mad. Alex shook her head in amusement.

But you love me anyway. Ashley laughed, leaning against her friend’s shoulder.

In spite of the rain, the park was relatively busy, with clusters of fellow tourists collected under numerous umbrellas, the rain having refused to let up since their initial arrival in England.

As Alex and Ashley drew closer to the edge of the park, they spotted some ornate golden gates, marking the end of the park, and beyond them stood the impressive architectural giant that is Buckingham Palace.

Ooh, look at these gates, Ashley cooed as they approached them. The Queen has got taste. Do you think it’s real gold?

I doubt it.

Ashley placed a hand upon part of the gold detailing just to check.

Walking through the gates, they crossed a road consisting of mainly black cabs and buses and found themselves standing at the front of the palace. Glancing up the mile-long road that led to the palace, there were numerous Union Jacks fluttering in the breeze. Despite the backdrop of rain, it was a beautiful sight to behold.

Alex rummaged in her rucksack for her digital camera, eager to take some pictures of the palace, aware of how much her mother would want to see them.

The building itself wasn’t that spectacular. It was flat and square in shape, with windows all the same size and width, reminding Alex of a Lego house. It was the trimmings which told of the royal inhabitants: the lustrous gates adorned with gold embellishments, the grand fountain beyond the driveway, where Queen Victoria sat at the helm, looking out upon London.

There is so much history here, Alex exhaled, impressed.

It’s all so... posh and classic, Ashley commented. Where she lived in Los Angeles, everything was new. Few buildings were older than fifty years, so it blew her mind to think that what she was currently looking at had stood there for hundreds of years.

Alex was busily taking pictures of the fountain, the statues, the gates and the palace itself. Around here, countless people were doing the exact same thing. She was so lost to her picture taking that she almost forgot herself. Then she remembered the itinerary of the day and quickly checked her watch.

What time are we booked to go on the London Eye? she asked Ashley, who was nearby gazing through the gates at a uniformed guard.

Is it true they don’t move? she asked, not hearing Alex’s question.

What time are we going on the Eye? Alex asked again.

Oh, half eleven.

Alex looked back at her watch in a slight panic. It was already eleven in the morning.

We’d better go, Ash, as we’ve got to walk over there.

Really? Okay. Ashley backed away from the gates, her face twisted with slight disappointment.

I’ll go back there, right? she asked as they now walked beneath the fluttering flags, steeling themselves against the continual rain.

To the palace? Sure.

I mean, I’ll be living there one day. Ashley sighed.

You will? Alex asked, bemused.

Yes, when I marry one of the princes, Ashley said confidently.

Ash, I think that only one of the princes is still available.

Then he will do.

Fair enough. Alex laughed.

As long as I get to be a princess, that’s all I care about.

Ashley, you already are a princess.

BY NOON THE GIRLS WERE enjoying a bird’s-eye view of London from their vantage point within a capsule as they rode the London Eye, which was essentially a giant Ferris wheel.

Ooh, there’s Big Ben, Ashley shrieked, pointing; then she pivoted around and looked through the opposite side of the glass and cried out, There’s The Tower of London. And Tower Bridge.

Alex followed her friend’s frantic gaze, looking through her camera lens as she kept taking pictures, determined to capture every single moment of their vacation.

A nearby family kindly offered to take a picture of the two of them together, so Alex and Ashley smiled broadly, their hair flat and wet from the rain, the grand tower of Big Ben lurking in the background.

I’m going to miss London, Alex admitted sadly as she thanked the tourists and took back her camera.

Me too, Ashley agreed. But we are going on to Paris. The English accent was now dropped in favor of a French one.

Your accents are awful. Alex laughed.

Ashley merely shrugged and smiled.

Do you even know any French? Alex asked a little anxiously. It dawned on her that they were next destined for a country where neither of them spoke the language. England had been easy, as English was their native tongue.

I know some, Ashley said, looking a little uneasy herself. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"

I don’t suggest you go around saying that when we get there, Alex said, raising an eyebrow.

Why not? French men can be very passionate. I have first-hand experience. Ashley smirked knowingly, referring to her ex-boyfriend Pierre, who was French.

This vacation is a man-free zone, remember? Alex reminded her.

Shame. Ashley winked, though secretly the prospect of meeting French men scared her; it would only remind her of Pierre and reopen old wounds.

"Au revoir, London, she called through the glass. And soon, bonjour, Paris."

BAGS REPACKED, ALEX and Ashley navigated their way through the underground system and out of London. Their next train journey would take them beneath the ocean, through the Channel Tunnel, over to France and, ultimately, Paris.

I’m not sure I like the idea of it, Ashley pondered as they sat on the train, the British countryside whizzing past the window in a blur of green.

Of what? Alex asked, momentarily glancing up from the book she was reading.

Of the tunnel, Ashley clarified, biting her lip and looking nervously out the window.

Why not? Alex closed her book, taking care to mark her current page, and focused on her friend.

I don’t like the thought of going under the ocean, Ashley admitted, shivering slightly at the thought.

It’ll be fine. Alex smiled. It’s built to withstand water pressure.

Still... Ashley didn’t look any less uncomfortable. "I mean, did you ever see that movie Daylight, with Sylvester Stallone? Where they get trapped in a tunnel?"

Can’t say that I have.

What if we get trapped in there? Ashley asked.

Alex was starting to discover that despite her wealth of experience traversing the globe, Ashley was a nervous traveler.

We won’t, Alex answered with complete conviction.

How can you be so sure?

Because I am.

Ashley continued to look out of the window and drum her fingernails nervously against the table between them. In less than an hour they would be approaching the tunnel and making their way through it, beneath the waves. Alex knew that she needed to distract Ashley, to help her relax, so she decided to talk about something she really didn’t want to, knowing it would pique Ashley’s interest and cease her worrying about the tunnel.

I was thinking about sending Oscar a postcard from Paris.

Upon hearing this Ashley’s nails immediately ceased their tap dance on the table, and she looked at Alex with a face contorted with stern surprise.

A postcard? she repeated.

Yeah.

Whatever will you say on it? Dearest Oscar, hope hospital is okay, I’m busy living it up in Paris, kisses? Ashley asked sarcastically.

I thought it might be a nice gesture. He’s always said that Paris is somewhere he’d want to visit.

So you thought you’d rub it in his face that you’re there while he’s in the hospital? Ashley was being harsh but honest, a quality Alex had always admired in her friend; few people had the strength of character to do it.

I suppose you’re right, Alex conceded, aware that the approach to the tunnel was drawing ever closer.

Besides, it’s a man-free vacation, remember?

Yeah, I know.

I was thinking we could visit the Moulin Rouge, Ashley buzzed excitedly. Apparently it’s like a burlesque show now or something.

Sounds... classy. Alex struggled to find the right word to use.

Don’t judge. Ashley scrunched her nose in disapproval. Burlesque can be extremely classy; it’s an ancient art form.

If you say so.

Alex, don’t be such a prude.

Is this your not-so-subtle way of telling me that you no longer wish to be president, that instead you feel destined to live the life of an exotic dancer? Alex teased.

That’s exactly what this is, Ashley entertained