Chapter Eighty-one

Ella fiddled with her cell phone and wondered if she should call Dylan or not. She was worried about him and wanted to know how he was doing after their conversation last night. She sighed in frustration and tossed the phone onto her bed and then proceeded to get ready for work.

"Ate ate!" Kristina burst into the room suddenly. "Goodnews!"

"What is it?" She mumbled with disinterest.

"You got a letter from Paris."

Ella’s hand froze midway reaching into the wardrobe, her heart was pounding furiously across her rib cage as she whipped around to face Kristina whose face was bright as sunshine and Ella deduced that it could only mean one thing...

Ella snatched the paper from her nosy sister then impatiently scanned its contents and she was hooked at congratulation... she let out an ear splitting shriek. "I got the scholarship!"

"That's what i've been trying to tell you!" Ella had forgotten about the application she'd sent to a culinary school in Paris