Disclaimer: I am not an expert in hypnotherapy, and though I researched this topic thoroughly, this is a work of fiction, so please take the details about what I wrote in the book lightly. The song I listened to while writing this chapter was “No Such Thing by Sara Bareilles”
Every Wednesday and Sunday was market day in the city of Carbon, the pasta capital of France. During market day, farmers near the city, with artisans, bakers, and artists, bring their produce and wares to the market square to sell.Tourists flock around the stalls snapping pictures and buying souvenirs, but to the locals, it was a way of life. It is where they get their fresh and organic groceries.Until recently, Regina had only passed by the market. She was living alone, and buying produce usually meant they were spoiled even before she could consume them.Regina was not an excellent cook, so thinking of a recipe took forever. If she dropped by the market, she bought bread, cheese, and pastries, things that were ready to eat and easy to prepare.But today would be different, as she was shopping with the ladies from the nursing home. A few able-bodied individuals would come to the market so they could plan their meals, and the excitement of the people around the square rubbed off on
Dear Owen, I’m sending this letter to you three months after the first time I received the treatment to erase my unhappy memories. By this time, the letters I’ve sent to your mother might have lessened or stopped completely because I predict I won’t be able to recall any of the events that happened during the time I’ve worked for your family. I’m doing this because I want to forget all the bad things that happened last year. I know it is but a fraction of what we shared, but it made a big impact in my life and I want to forget it ever happened. I’m not talking about my abduction because I remember none of it, but I’m speaking about my lost baby. Yes, I was pregnant, and the appendectomy I had was for another type of surgery. It’s another discussion for later if I ever remember about it. When I learned I was pregnant, I wished it was our baby, but I could not face the fact that something happened during the days I was missing, and it might not be yours. I wanted us to have a futu
Jason told the ladies he was in town to join his best friend in learning more about handmade pasta and preparing authentic sauces from the different regions in France. He was thinking of opening an Italian restaurant or adding some pasta dishes to the cafe menu so they could serve lunch. But, of course, since Jason learned Regina was on vacation, he thought it would be the perfect opportunity for them to get together. He did not expect to see Regina the first week he arrived, and it was pure coincidence, but he was happy about the outcome. Now that they were alone, Regina felt awkward being with Jason. She knew nothing about the man in her current state and was apprehensive that she was leading him to her apartment. “I’m sorry if I was too forward by inserting myself into your schedule with the women from the home care,” Jason said when he noticed Regina grew quiet on their walk home. “I didn’t think we’d have another chance to see each other if I let this opportunity pass.” “It’
The next morning, Regina came in earlier than usual so she could volunteer and go home without bumping into Jason. She had a feeling he would be there that afternoon to bring goodies during afternoon tea time, but she was wrong.Jason was already at the nursing home, cooking breakfast for the ladies when she arrived, so Regina could not make an excuse and back out.Being a nurse, she helped take their blood pressure, brought them their medicine, and asked them about any symptoms or ailments they felt in their body, jotting it down in a notebook that she would turn over to the head nurse later.She volunteered to help with the gardens and even helping with cleaning the toilets. “Why do I feel you’re abandoning me?” Jason asked later when they finally sat down for breakfast“I’m not. There’s just a lot to do, and I wanted to help.”He looked at her, and she knew there was no way he would have believed that lie, not when everyone kept asking where she was when they were around him.“I r
Jason took control of Regina’s kitchen, and she realized there was nothing to be nervous about because all her anxiety had been in her head. She’d never felt comfortable in the kitchen, but with Jason showing her the ropes, she felt more at ease. It made her think that having a boyfriend who can cook would be a plus in a relationship. Jason taught her chopping skills while they waited for the pasta to dry. They diced onions, minced garlic, and chopped basil for the sauce. Regina had never worked so hard for a meal in her life, but she felt satisfied that they were eating something she helped make. Regina thought following recipes was manageable, as long as it stated how much she needed of each ingredient. Grilling, baking, or sauteing meat was easy enough for her to handle, but she was not too confident with sauces. She felt they were always much more complex, and tasting the food constantly made her lose her appetite. After dinner, the couple sat on the couch close together, drink
That night, Regina dreamt a romantic dream about a stranger with deep ocean-blue eyes. He caressed her face and told her to wait for him, but by the time she woke up, the dream had been forgotten., and all that was left was a feeling of longing. The next evening, Regina wanted to make up for the disastrous night they had, so after work, she invited Jason out for a late dinner and drinks if he was not too tired. Jason was gone all day because his best friend demanded they get started on their restaurant plans. The trip would bring them out of town near the border of Spain and France. He was pissed that Jason kept squandering his time by being with Regina and the nursing home. It would be their first date, and she expected nothing to happen that evening, but since the tension had been building up when they got interrupted making out the previous night, Regina had an inclination that things might progress faster than she wanted, and they would have sex that night. Regina was so nervou
“I’ll make some tea,” she replied and got her top from the floor. “I think the caretaker hates me or something.” He whispered as he grabbed her waist from behind and kissed her neck. “Don’t be absurd. He’s a very nice guy. Caelan makes me feel like I have a burly uncle watching out for me.” “This is the second time he’s interrupted us.” Regina smiled. “You can stay over after he leaves.” She turns her head toward him and angles her head. “I have your package, Ms. Albright.” Caelan interrupted, before Jason could kiss Regina again. “Wow, that is a big box.” Her eyes grew wide at the box that was almost as tall as she was. “Thanks for bringing it up. Would you like to have some tea?” She offered for his efforts. “No, thank you,” Caelan glared at Jason when he heard him release a sigh of relief. “Check your messages. I think the sender said something about a phone call.” And just when the door closed, her phone rang. “Mrs. Bennet, it’s nice hearing from you. Yes, I got your packa
Regina meets Jason for dinner and instead of heading to her place for a nightcap, they walk the other way and head towards his place. She decided it was okay to continue having a relationship with Jason while she was in search of the man in her dreams, because he might not even be real. He was probably someone she saw in a movie or a series she was watching back home. “I love your apartment. It’s cozy. There are two bedrooms. Do you have a roommate?” “Yeah, it’s my schoolmate, Antonio. I came back home after high school and went to the University in Italy. That’s where we met.” “I didn’t know you were Italian. You don’t have the accent.” “Yeah, I grew up in the States for a long time. My father was assigned head of operations for an Italian wine they introduced abroad and he brought our whole family with him.” “Wow, no wonder you are such an excellent cook and baker. You have it in your blood.” “My grandfather was a baker, and my sister took over the family business while I sear