The Ingredients for Happiness. Lucy KnottЧитать онлайн книгу.
and flashed her Chanel bag that she had splurged on last summer – much to Louisa’s delight and Amanda’s disapproval. ‘Think of how many truffles you could have bought with that,’ Amanda had said, to Sabrina’s amusement. She hadn’t wanted truffles, she had wanted the pastel pink Chanel bag with a gold clasp.
Sabrina beamed. ‘Thank you for meeting with us. We’re interested to hear the marketing strategies you would propose for a band like San Francisco Beat and we have heard nothing but wonderful things from Tyler,’ she said, as both ladies took their seats. Keira was a sharp contrast to what Sabrina had been used to in Lydia. Whereas Lydia was icy and poker-faced, Keira was warm and had a smile permanently at her lips. Her mascaraed lashes fluttered when she spoke and she spoke with such passion, that Sabrina finally felt like this could be ‘the one’; the record label she had been searching for when scouring her emails each day.
‘Your work speaks for itself. You’ve been doing a stellar job so far and we don’t wish to barge our way into an image and sound that has clearly been working for you all – that, and I can sense there would not be much use in me trying to persuade such creative and smart minds into my way of thinking.’ Sabrina noticed Keira give Dan a small smirk as she said this. ‘The way we would like to move forward is to allow you the platform to continue as you wish and give you our full support and encouragement to create an album you want to create. We want to see what it is you are all truly capable of and then, should we see room for changes once the first year is up, we can possibly renegotiate terms and market accordingly. For now, there is a rapid fan base waiting on your next move, and I have full confidence in you, Sabrina, that you know exactly what you want that next move to be.’ Keira finished with a bright smile that made Sabrina sit up straighter and feel like she could take on the world. This woman could be a motivational speaker.
‘I appreciate your confidence not only in myself but in the band too. Your offer is the best one we have received so far.’ Sabrina smiled, then turned to Dan for confirmation to make sure he was happy with what he had heard too. Dan rubbed his hand over his chiseled jaw and gave Sabrina a small nod. This day was certainly shaping up to be epic.
Keira stood. ‘That’s what I like to hear. I should expect you will want to talk over the offer in private. All I ask is that you get back to me this afternoon. You’ll understand this business moves at a rapid rate and we don’t wish to be kept in the dark. The offer will only stand for a short period,’ Keira noted as Sabrina and the boys followed suit in standing.
As they each took a step closer together to thank Keira, Levi casually placed his arm around Sabrina’s waist. Sabrina felt her palms grow sweaty instantly. She never wanted to hide or deny her relationship with Levi, especially not after the years they’d wasted due to Lydia putting the fear of god into her. She loved Levi and was proud of their relationship. However, that didn’t stop a flurry of butterflies exploding in her stomach as Keira spotted this intimate movement.
Keira opened the door and one by one the boys filed out, with nods, handshakes and sincere thanks. Before Sabrina could shake Keira’s hand and step out of the office, Keira half closed the door and gently placed a hand on Sabrina’s elbow. Sabrina turned to face her, grateful to see that her face was still rosy and friendly.
‘I have to ask. Are you and Levi an item?’ Keira queried, one hand resting on the door, the other still on Sabrina’s arm. Sabrina took in a deep breath to steady her nerves and remind herself that she could be both a professional and in love and if the record label didn’t like it, well … well, she wasn’t quite sure what she would do. All she knew for certain was that she was not giving up on Levi again.
‘We are, yes, and you have my word that it does not get in the way of our business. I do what is right by every member of the band – he receives no special treatment when it comes to work,’ Sabrina said boldly, then cringed at the last bit. That was way too much information, Keira did not need to know what special treatment she gave Levi outside of work. She bravely attempted a smile when Keira’s brows furrowed. After what felt like an eternity Keira’s features relaxed, her pink-stained lips curved upwards.
‘I will warn you – the label as a whole doesn’t think too fondly of talent and managers mixing. There’s been trouble with it in the past.’ Keira shook her head and waved her hand away as if it had all been a silly mix-up and shouldn’t have been a big deal. ‘I like you and I’d really love to work together with these guys and take them to the next level – not with fame, I can see that’s not a priority for them, but with their music and the reach it can achieve. However, I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Our publicists are tough and I like to keep everyone working together on the same page and running like clockwork. There will be compromises for all parties involved. So, think about it and get back to me as soon as you can.’ Keira squeezed Sabrina’s arm and opened the door once more. Sabrina thanked her again and took a step into the corridor where Levi and Dan were waiting. James and Dylan had walked further up the corridor. Sabrina appreciated them looking out for her.
She glanced back at Keira when she heard a small chuckle. ‘I can see it,’ Keira started. ‘You make a cute couple, but be smart,’ she said with a wink before waving them off. Sabrina ignored the prickle in her throat. This was the offer that they couldn’t resist; freedom when it came to recording and writing. It was time to celebrate. Sabrina was certain that if she could handle Lydia Jones for all those years at Jones Records that she could handle whatever the publicists would throw her way here at City Heights Records.
Torta Caprese
Ingredients:
Farina
Zucchero
Uova
Polvere di cacao
Burro
Mandorle macinate
Rum
Cioccolato
What to do:
Sciogliere il burro e il cioccolato insieme a fuoco basso.
Sbatti gli albumi in una ciotola separata. Mescolare gli ingredienti secchi insieme.
Aggiungi rum.
Infornare in forno per un’ora.
The small balcony off the kitchen was home to the most magnificent view of the Tyrrhenian sea. Louisa had the brown double doors propped open so she could feel the night’s breeze on her skin and smell the perfumed air. She couldn’t quite put her finger on the scent of Italy. Yes, there was the hint of salt from the sea, but it was more flavourful, more powerful than just that. It was mixed with the lightness of the elegant flowers that blossomed in every garden, the lingering aromas of the day’s food that swirled through kitchen windows and the ever-present smell of coffee being brewed somewhere, accompanied by the sweet scent of pastry. She breathed it in, allowing her body to relax at the smell of home. She made herself comfy in one of her zia’s wicker chairs. The navy-blue hue of the night sky was mesmerizing; a vast ocean of sparkling dots caught her attention as her eyes flickered in search of the brightest one.
‘Ciao Grandpa,’ Louisa whispered before casting her eyes over the sketch she had been working on.
She had her sketchbook propped up against her knee and the arm of the chair and a few pencils tucked away at one side of her legs. She never went far without it these days. Since being in Italy she had been drawing nonstop. Everywhere she looked she found inspiration and that passion she had lost during her stint in London, trapped in her most recent nine-to-five, had come roaring back.
The current piece she was working on had been inspired by the ceramic shops she passed daily on her way to work. For every Costa coffee that Manchester had, here in Orzoro there was a shop selling limoncello soap and ceramic pottery that drew Louisa in every time.
The extra special shops were those where no two pieces were the same, where you would often find the owners hunched over a table in the