Summer Love

Summer hasn't thought about what happened all those years ago for a very long time, but those memories are forced back to her when her 17-year-old daughter, Darcy, needs to write a story based on something that actually happened. As these memories come back, will Summer have to re-think everything she did that summer and in the end, did she make the right choice?


25. Dreams Come True

Summer Love

Chapter Twenty-Four – Dreams Come True


As soon as I got off my flight, there was a driver there to meet me,

“Are you Ms. Mason?” he asked. He looked to be about 60 years old, was about 5’10 with grey hair.

“Yup, that’s me.” I replied.

“Oh well it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Carter. I read your novel and thought it was fantastic. I am here to drive you to the Hay House main office for your first meeting. I will be your driver until you get your own car, but your flat is in a part of town where almost everything is within walking distance, even Hay House, so you probably won’t need me much, but I am still here whenever you need.”

“Okay, I think I got it.” I replied.


When we got to Hay House Publishers, Carter told me he would go drop my things off at my flat while I was in my meeting. I looked up and a big smile crossed my face. I was finally here in London, with Hay House Publishers wanting to publish my book. It was weird though, I do not have a single regret about leaving Noah. Even if I had stayed, I have a feeling that we wouldn’t have worked out.


I walked into the building straight to the receptionist desk,


“Good afternoon Ms. how can I help you?” the receptionist asked.

“Um, I have a meeting with Mrs. Kelly and Mr. Lindsay. My name is Summer Mason.”

“Ah yes! Mr. Lindsay was telling me that you would be here today. Just go up the elevator to the 8th floor, turn right, turn left then go all the way to the end of the hall and the meeting room will be the last door on your right.” She said.

“Okay, thank you.” I said with a smile and made my way up. I am incredibly tiered, but more ready than ever. I had a really good feeling about this and I was on my way to completing my dream.


I finally found the room where the meeting would be held. I knocked on the door and almost instantly, the door opened to reveal a cheery middle-aged woman.

“Hello. Are you Summer Mason?” she asked

“Yup. That’s me.” I replied, “Are you Mrs. Kelly?”

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Mrs. Kelly replied and gave my hand a shake, “Come on in.”

I followed her into the room and standing there was another man,

“Hello Summer.” He said, “I’m Mr. Lindsay.”
“Hello Mr. Lindsay. Pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasure is all mine. Now let’s get started talking about your book, because I have a feeling it is going to be a hit. It was incredible, especially for a girl of only 22 years old.”

I laughed, “I actually started writing it when I was eighteen, so I’ve been working on it for a while to make it perfect.”


We continued the meeting, planning out the cover and advertising for the book. Once we finished, they told me that I could spend the rest of the week settling in to my flat and touring London.

I walked back to my flat and I felt my jaw hit the ground when I saw it. It was a penthouse suite. It was really big with a huge kitchen and living room, defiantly big enough to invite people over with lots of room. It also had two bedrooms, the master bedroom had it’s own bathroom. This flat was amazing and I couldn’t wait to live here.


(A/N This is the flat she lives in,


I unpacked all my clothes and did a little decorating. I figured I would go to a home décor store sometime this week. I looked over at the clock on the wall. It was 4PM here in London and I was a little hungry. I had noticed a Starbucks just around the corner from my building, so I decided to go get a bite to eat there.


It wasn’t very busy when I got to the Starbucks, so I got my drink very quickly. I took a seat down at the counter near the window and pulled out my laptop and wrote emails to family and friends as I watched the busy London life pass by.


I got so into everything that was going on that I barely felt the person tap my shoulder.

“Summer? Summer Mason?”

I turned around to face the person who had spoke my name, and when I did, I went into shock. For a moment, words couldn’t escape my mouth, but finally I was able to slip one word out of my lips,


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