(ARIELLE'S POV)
"Italy?" Ashley repeated, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Yes, the founders of the scholarship have their academy in Italy," I responded, excitement sparking inside of me.
"What scholarship?" Ashley asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"The one Mr Stone, my manager, told me about," I explained. "I had turned it down, but I think it's the solution to my decision to move now."
"Tell me more–"Ashley made to say, but I was already shooting out of my chair. I hurried to the sitting room and retrieved my phone from the couch, tapping on the calendar screen. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it was less than two weeks before the scholarship expired.
"What's going on?" Ashley called out.
"I have to call Mr Stone," I responded, already dialing his number.
"Hello?" Mr Stone's voice came through the line.
"Hi, Mr Stone. I'm calling about the culinary scholarship. I know I declined initially, but I'm interested now and would love to know if it's still Open."
"Ah, Arielle! I'm glad you're interested, now. You don't know how much I wanted you to take the offer and how disappointed I was when you turned it down. Yes, the offer is open and won't be ending until a week's time. And even if it was closed, You're one of my top candidates, and I'd have pulled a few strings around to get you in."
A smile and a blush crossed my features. "Thank you. How do I apply?"
"You can sign the papers when you come to work tomorrow."
"Alright. Thank you for your kind response."
"Oh, it's nothing. Do have a good night's rest," and the line went off.
I returned to the dining room beaming. "It's happening."
The next day at work, I took the scholarship form, but as I began to fill it out, I realized I needed some documents. But there was a problem, those documents were back at Jared's place.
A knot instantly formed in my stomach as I thought about returning to the house. If I could have my way, I would love to skip that par jt I can't because I need the documents if I still want to be able to travel.
Hesitant, and at a loss on what to do, I dialed Ashley's number. "Hey, I need your help," I said, explaining the situation to her.
"Don't worry, I'll go with you," She offered without hesitation after I was done explaining.
I felt instant relief. "Thank you, Ash."
"You're welcome."
"Um, one more thing Ashley."
"What?"
"You know, I don't have Jared's number anymore to call and inform him ahead of time that we're coming –"
"Want me to call him?" She interrupted.
"Yes, please. Tell him we'd be dropping by in the morning on our way to work to get the documents. I'd rather not talk to him if I don't have to."
"Alright, I've got you."
"Thanks, Ash."
"No biggie," she replied before the line went dead.
I put the documents aside afterward and returned to work. An hour later, Ashley called.
"Hey, I just spoke to Jared," she said. "He's cool with us coming over."
"Okay."
*******
The next day, on our way to work, Ashley and I pulled up at the house. My heart raced as I stepped out of the car.
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