Ever since I mailed the letter to Clarice, I've been anxious. I had to do a little digging on the internet to find out where she moved to after graduating from Cambridge University and found a lead through the school's Alumni network. Even then I wasn't one hundred percent sure it was the correct place, but I sent it to the address I found nonetheless.

So far a few days have passed since I mailed the letter, and I haven't gotten a response yet. Bella told me not to worry since mailing something out of the country can take awhile to arrive at the desired location. Her words calmed my anxiety a bit, but busying myself with reading and writing more letters and going into town with Zayn helped to take my mind off it.

After he closed his deal on Friday, Zayn has been more relaxed and more willing to vacation instead of work. However, I quickly learned that his definition of vacationing is a lot different from mine based on our trip to town this afternoon. We went on a private wine tour arranged with one of Goldman Sach's partners and visited a variety of wine vineyards in Verona.

I had a nice time tasting the different wines at first, but by the time we visited our fifth wine vineyard, I was dying of boredom. Zayn looked like he was having a great time, and I didn't want to ruin his happy mood, so I tried to be a good fiancé and suck it up. I couldn't hold on for much longer though, and it didn't look like we were planning on leaving anytime soon.

"Babe," I whisper, tugging on Zayn's sleeve to gain his attention as we walk through the wine house together.

He looks over at me with an excited smile. "This place is incredible Sofia. We have to come back before we leave to buy a few bottles," Zayn emphasizes.

I internally cringe at the idea of coming back to another wine vineyard but plaster a smile on my face and nod my head enthusiastically for his sake.

"Yeah, that sounds great," I tell him, smiling even wider. "Um, do you know how much longer this wine tour is going to be?" I ask.

Zayn glances down at his Bulova watch before looking back up at me. "We have two more locations to visit so my guess is about an hour and a half or so." My stomach drops at the news. "Why? Is something the matter?" He immediately asks me.

I shake my head and manage a small smile. "No, no, everything's fine. I was just feeling a little tired, but I'll hold out just for you," I promise him.

"Hey, if you're tired, you should go back to the hotel and get some rest," Zayn suggests, completely taking me by surprise. "I can have the driver take you back."

My eyes widen in shock as I take his hand in mine. "Are you sure? The hotel is a half an hour away from here," I remind him.

My fiancé squeezes my hand and brings it up to his lips where he places a kiss on each of my knuckles. The gesture makes my heart flutter.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I don't want you to overexert yourself, Sof," He assures me with a sweet smile. "Go take a nap or something."

I release my hand from Zayn's and bring it up to his face to caress his cheek, feeling his beard hair prick my fingertips. He leans into my touch, and I close the gap between our mouths by placing a soft kiss on his lips. I let them linger there for a few seconds before pulling away with a smile.

"Thank you for being so understanding," I whisper merely a few inches away from his mouth.

Zayn nods his head and pulls out his phone to call the driver. I stand off to the side and take one more look at all the different bottles of wine in their casings before walking over to the exit. When Zayn finishes speaking on the phone, he joins me by the door, and we wait for the driver together.

"I should be back at the hotel after dinner, so feel free to order room service or go out to eat if you're hungry," My fiancé says to me just as the car pulls up.

"Okay, I will," I nod my head and quickly leave a kiss on his cheek.

While I walk over to the car, I take out my phone from my purse to see if I have any missed calls or texts. I'm surprised to see I have a text message from Bella labeled as urgent.

Bella: Come to Celeste as fast as you can. Someone whom you've written to is here to see you.

I wait until I've greeted the driver and am buckled up in the back seat of the car before responding to her text.

Me: I'll be there in about 30 minutes. Keep them occupied please.

"Hey Demetri, there's been a change of plans," I inform the driver.

"Is something wrong Ms. Garcia?" Demetri inquires with concern.

I shake my head while laughing lightly. "Everything is alright. I just need you to drop me off at this restaurant called Celeste instead of the hotel," I explain to him.

He nods his head and tells me to give him the address. I input the restaurant's name into Google Maps and let him use my phone for navigation. During the drive, I can't help but be excited by the prospect of someone I've written to wanting to see me. I can only hope that the person is there on a happy note.

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I take a deep breath before twisting the doorknob to the office of Juliet's secretaries. I'm relieved yet a little disappointed to only see the familiar faces of all the women in the office. I look around the room until I spot Bella who is sitting at the end of the table sorting letters. She gestures for me to come over with her hand.

I shut the door quietly behind me and make my way over to where Bella is sitting. All of the other ladies are immersed in the process of writing response letters, so I try to be as quiet as possible when I converse with my friend.

"Hey Bella. Where is the person you were texting me about?" I ask her in a soft voice.

"He went to use the office restroom," She answers me while tearing open an envelope. "Should be back any minute."

I nod my head and move a chair back from the table to sit beside her. We wait together in silence for the man to return from the bathroom. I watch her read the letter from the envelope to pass the time, but my head snaps in the direction of the bathroom as soon as I hear the door open.

A tall man wearing a brown striped suit emerges from behind the door. His brown hair is straight but slightly curly at the ends, and bangs frame the top of his head. When I gaze into his eyes, I can't help but part my lips at their beauty. His eyes are the shade of green leaves on a tree turn to when spring arrives, and I'm reminded yet again of why it's my favorite season. Though his face seems devoid of emotion, I get the feeling that he's the type of man who means business.

My eyes drop down to his heart-shaped lips for a brief second. They're naturally pink, and I notice the bottom lip is plumper than the top. I feel a sudden heat rush to my face when the man standing in front of the bathroom door clears his throat, and I snap my eyes back up to meet his.

"Are you Sofia Garcia?" The first thing I notice when he speaks is his British accent and how thick it is.

I nod my head and rise from my chair. "Yes, that would be me," I reply with a nervous smile. "And you are?" I inquire while making my way over to him, passing Bella in the process.

"Harry Styles," The man says while extending his hand out for me to take. I accept it and give him a firm shake before letting my hand fall back to my side. "I'm here to inquire about a letter you wrote to my nan."

My eyebrows furrow at his statement until realization hits me like a stack of bricks. "Wait a minute. Your grandmother wouldn't happen to be Clarice Smith, would she?" I ask hopefully.

Harry nods his head and runs his tongue along his lips. "Yes, that would be her," He confirms. "Though, last I recall, she goes by the name of Clarice Styles."

"Oh my God, I can't believe she got my letter. That's awesome. Is she here with you right now?" I question him, finding it incredibly difficult to contain my excitement.

"Well, we English folk do tend to stay in our family homes," Harry says with a bit of sarcasm laced in his tone. "I just have one question for you..." He pauses, making sure he has my undivided attention, before continuing. "What exactly were you thinking?"

The smile on my face slowly disappears when I hear his question. I'm slightly confused and don't know how I should answer. I look at his face to see if there's any indication that he's joking, but he looks serious.

"Pardon?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

"What were you thinking responding to a sixty year old letter?" Harry repeats himself, much firmer this time. "Whatever my nan had written to Juliet was in the past, but you just had to make old memories resurface by responding. Now, she has this crazy idea that she can find her old love because of what you told her," He explains, throwing his hand into the air in frustration.

I lift up my chin and straighten my posture. "Good, I'm glad. You should be happy that she wants to find her true love," I reply dryly, trying not to let his rudeness bother me.

Harry scoffs at my words. "Pfft. True love? You sound delusional too." He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head from side to side.

"You came all the way from London just to tell me I'm delusional?" I place my hand on my hip and stare at Harry with my eyebrows raised.

"No," Harry corrects me, "I came all the way from London because I couldn't let my grandmother come here alone."

I take this moment to glance over my shoulder and see that the other women have stopped writing their letters to tune in on our conversation. Both Donatella and Maria are watching me and Harry with amused expressions on their faces. I turn back around to face him and cross my arms over my chest.

"Where is Clarice right now?" I inquire again. "I'd like to meet her."

"She's at that blasted balcony, but that's besides the point. I highly doubt she'd have any interest in meeting someone who can manage to jam Oh my God and awesome into the same sentence," Harry snaps at me before brushing past me and walking towards the door.

I'm left stunned by his actions for a moment before I follow after him. "Hey, slow down!" I demand as we race down the stairs, but if he hears me, he completely ignores me and keeps going.

I huff in annoyance and follow him outside of the restaurant, weaving through tables of customers in the process. Harry tries to create some distance between us by picking up his pace, but I carry my feet a little quicker so that I can catch up to him.

"Why do you have to be so rude?"

My question causes him to stop in his tracks, and he spins around on his heel to face me.

"Listen to me carefully Sofia because I'm only going to say this once. I'm not interested, so I would kindly appreciate it if you'd bugger off."

"Well, I'm not interested in you either. I have a fiancé," I state as a matter of fact.

Harry brings his hand up to his chest and juts out his bottom lip. If the circumstances were any different, I might have found his pout cute, but at the moment I only saw it as childish. "Poor lad. Please give my condolences to the groom." With that, Harry pivots back around on his heel and walks in the direction of Shakespeare's balcony.

When the initial shock of his harsh words passes, I release a deep breath before continuing to follow after him—more determined than ever. I wouldn't let that be the last thing he said to me.

A/N

Hello my beautiful wattpad readers. I hope you enjoyed this update. Harry may come off as rude at first, but you'll see why he's the way he is soon. Don't think forget to vote and comment!

Fun fact about myself: I was the lead singer of my high school's rock band for two years, and we called ourselves the Moon Buggers.

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Kaylandia