silence of the lambs

Oh, it was like living a fairy tale for Valentina. Could Jools actually be real? It was amazing how much he knew about crafting. He was an artist.

Valentina didn't quite think that about herself, but with his nurturing and secrets in their little crafting world, he was a god. He might even be her soul mate.

She loved to listen to him talk. He'd lived for some time in London and even Paris. He could speak French with a drop of a pin, and still manage to come up with something fabulously new to show her.

Still, she had to see him as a brother, even a mentor. It could never be anything else. Besides, she remained true to Ollie, her one and only. How could she ever compare Jools to her wonderful Ollie?

But it was a daily struggle to ignore these romantic feelings. Yes, it could be so cozy with Jools, just wasting the day away looking over fabrics and other magical places from thrift stores to the dollar store. She was filled up with a certain happiness. As it was, only Jools could understand her creativity.

It was a different adventure than how she felt about Ollie. Yet, she knew she had to find ways to enjoy Ollie's company just as much.