Dilemma
**Rachel**
It seems Lorenzo despises this Bianchi. And something tells me that Bianchi and the man who just walked into the restaurant are the same person. I lowered my gaze and tried not to draw his attention towards me. I don't want him to recognize me. To my relief, Hillary called me to join her in the restroom at that moment, which was providential.
“I'm curious about Bianchi” I said to Hillary, trying to gather more information “Why doesn't Lorenzo like him?”
I no longer had any doubts that the man I woke up next to in bed, and consequently, the one responsible for my first time, even though I couldn't yet remember anything from that night, was indeed Enrico Bianchi.
“I believe you know that Bianchi is also a driver.”
Hillary said it as if that explained everything, but I believe my expression made her understand that the information wasn't enough.
“Actually, I don't usually follow Formula One news.”
“They're rivals in the race for the top spot in the competition and they've had problems in the past because of a woman they both were involved with” She explained, looking at me curiously “You really know nothing about Formula One, do you?”
“I'm not much of a sports enthusiast.”
I was stunned to confirm this information. I had no doubt that Enrico Bianchi was the same man I had been with on the night at the club and with whom I lost my virginity. He couldn't recognize me, because if he remembered that fateful night, or rather, the morning after, it would ruin my plans to win over Lorenzo, for whom I was pretending to be an innocent and naive virgin. Worse still, they had already had issues because of a woman.
“He was absent for two races due to an accident.” Hilary revealed. “He's coming back now and will be chasing lost time, which means it's going to be a heated competition between him and Lorenzo for the podium.”
“So, they're sworn enemies, then?” I ventured, feeling unsure.
“Exactly” Hilary confirmed with a smile “Bianchi will try to destabilize Lorenzo in every way possible. I hope you won't get close to him.”
I just smiled at that unnecessary warning, but I wasn't going to confess to Hillary that I already had a "history" with Enrico Bianchi. She didn't need to know. Nobody did.
As we left the restaurant, I struggled to maintain my composure. My mind was occupied with turbulent thoughts. The man at that table represented a dilemma I hadn't expected to face in Montreal, especially after Lorenzo had invited me to accompany him to a major sporting event the next night. The other driver would surely be at that event too.
Back in the hotel suite, I did more internet research and found that Hillary wasn't exaggerating when she said that Lorenzo and Enrico were sworn enemies. They had even exchanged insults and publicly argued on a few occasions.
Now, I was even more concerned about what could happen when the two of them met at the event. It was a celebration of a billion-dollar deal between two car manufacturers, and both Lorenzo and Enrico would be present.
What would Enrico Bianchi do when he saw me alongside his biggest competitor in the race for the championship? And how would Lorenzo react when he found out I wasn't the naive girl I was pretending to be?
My phone kept ringing, and once again, I was annoyed by my sister's idiocy. How could she have let Kael Graham slip away so easily, considering they were practically living together? She should have taken full advantage of him, securing at least a diamond ring, leveraging the fact that he was utterly in love with her. There was no other explanation for him choosing my slow-witted sister over me. It could only be a case of blind and foolish love.
Now, Sarah was desperate to get the apartment key, but that was simply impossible at the moment. And I had more important things on my mind, like finding a way out of this mess and maintaining my charade.
If only I could prove that it wasn't me at the club that night, but another girl...
**Sarah**
I was facing a terrible dilemma, unsure of how to proceed until I could talk to my sister. It could be a matter of minutes or even days before she responded. This uncertainty tormented me, as I didn't want to rely on Kael and beg for a place to stay without knowing for how long.
It was already evening, and Rachel still hadn't responded, leaving me tense and worried. At the same time, I felt a pang of disappointment that she was completely ignoring me, but I also knew that many things could be happening, perhaps something beyond her control.
"You seem very worried, Sarah," Dolores commented as she entered the room with a vacuum cleaner.
"I am truly worried, Dolores," I replied.
She suggested that I call Ryan, but I had lied, saying I was waiting for someone to pick me up, because I didn't want to reveal that I had nowhere to go. Knowing Dolores a little, I knew she would be very concerned and might even decide to talk to Kael to offer me temporary accommodation, something I absolutely didn't want.
"I'll call him if it takes too long," I lied.
Turning to Ryan would be almost like involving Kael, and I didn't want him to know what was happening. Besides, I hadn't spoken to Ryan since Friday when he dropped me off in front of the building after Madison's birthday.
At that exact moment, my phone emitted a new message notification, and my heart raced with hope, wishing it was from my sister. However, by a great coincidence, the message was from Madison.
Madison: How are you?
Madison: Send news!
Madison: I have so much to tell you...
I was curious about the subject, but I wasn't in the mood to exchange cheerful messages with my new friend. I replied briefly, saying I was busy, but I would talk to her when I had time. I didn't like lying, but I had already told a few that day, which made me uncomfortable.
If Madison knew what was happening, she might offer me a place to stay in the apartment she shared with two other friends. However, that would be complicated, as there was only one bedroom in that small place, and it was cramped enough for the three of them. Furthermore, I didn't have the money to contribute to expenses, and I would never use the cards that Kael had provided while I was under his protection.
I ended up sleeping on the penthouse, and when Dolores arrived the next day, I was still there. With no news from Rachel, I decided to take all my suitcases to a thrift shop and sell everything there. I would use the money to pay for a few nights in a cheap place. I'd work at a café, diner, or anything like that, but I wouldn't subject myself to Kael again.
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