The Girl in the Sunflower Dress
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Chelsea Roberts is living the dream post high school; no commitments, no stress and nothing to do. Simple times. But life has a funny way of turning your world upside down when you least expect it.
A chance encounter with her old high school crush, Noah Kalani, leads Chelsea to uncover her father's secret affair. The discovery leaves Chelsea unsure about her place in the world and in her own family. With Noah by her side, Chelsea is convinced a carefully laid New Year's Eve plan can protect her family and make her world seem right again. Only, this plan will be the beginning of Chelsea unearthing more secrets than she ever imagined.
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The Girl in the Sunflower Dress - Katie Montinaro
The Girl in the
Sunflower Dress
For Maya, Alex and Samara,
Chase your dreams my little sunflowers.
ONE
I have always liked the period between Christmas and New Year; it’s as though time itself stands still. Routine and structure seemingly fly out the window, and chocolate is a suitable option for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The clock does not dictate life during this one week of the year.
It’s freeing.
Even while I’m working my last shift at Pete’s Pancake Parlour, time does not exist. We’re busy tonight which is unusual for Boxing Day but it’s what keeps time moving at an irregular pace. Time has been...different, since we finished school. If it wasn’t for the parlour, I’d have no concept of time at all. Is it Tuesday? Is it lunchtime? Who cares!
Instead of any sort of Christmas bonus or party, Pete has kept the parlour open for an extra few days and agreed to pay us public holiday rates, before closing for renovations. Actually, renovations is probably a bit too generous a description; he’s closing for a couple of weeks to give the place a much-needed coat of paint and some new furniture. He’s told us to expect retro style – whatever that means. Nineties perhaps?
"I can’t wait ‘til you turn eighteen, and we can get jobs at bars. No more pretending to be happy to clean up little Johnny’s mess on the floor again." Willow huffs at me.
Instead, we can just clean up after grown adults who can’t handle their drink. No thanks.
Willow pokes her tongue out at me as she scurries off to clean up the spill. She’s on the booths tonight whilst I have the other half of the floor. The booths are reserved for families with young kids because it restricts their movements around the restaurant. It’s Pete’s secret rule but the families never seem to mind; little kids love the booths. It’s both a blessing and a curse; booths take twice as long to clean because the kids manage to get food in the most random places. Thankfully my part of the restaurant is filled with families with older children or young couples on dates. There’s the occasional old couple but as the night wears on, they tend to be the first ones to leave.
Just keep thinking of the money,
Willow mutters as she makes her way to me behind the counter, carrying wet tea towels.
I’m keeping myself busy wrapping cutlery in napkins as my half of the restaurant is under control.
We’ll probably be begging for shifts soon.
Speak for yourself! I plan on spending most of the summer lazing by your pool and partying at night.
I roll my eyes. Didn’t get enough of that out of your system at schoolies?
It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, especially without my bestie.
Finishing school – fun. Being only seventeen at the end of school – not fun. Being underage means I missed all the schoolie celebrations on the Gold Coast. Nobody wants to go to schoolies for the underage stuff. Mum and Dad let me throw an end of exam party, but they supervised it, and I didn’t feel like partying much. My boyfriend broke up with me just before I completed my exams. Jerk. His schoolie celebrations on the GC were fun. As much as I tried to avoid anything Elliott Harrowhill posted online, it seemed to follow me, screaming to be seen.
I saw.
I wish I could unsee.
So far, I have managed to avoid him since he and the others returned. I have a strange feeling in my gut that he is going to show up tonight, as Pete’s Pancake Parlour is the place to go and is a favourite hangout among our group of friends. If he is going to show up, it’d be tonight, the last night before we close. And if he does show up, I’m not sure if I should throw a milkshake in his face or give him an extra serving of pancakes with whipped cream and chocolate love heart sprinkles.
The door chimes, and Willow and I look up at the new customers. Thankfully, it’s not Elliott. I let out a breath.
Oh my God! Isn’t that Noah Kalani?
Willow elbows me.
I nod. He is unmistakable; all long hair, tattoos and a smile that could light up the darkest of nights. His presence commands attention. I’ve spent many art classes in awe of his...talents.
Damn it! Regan is seating them in your section. Please let me have them. I’ve spent the night cleaning up after every little monster. Please, Chels.
Fine. Fine.
Willow hurries away before I even get the words out.
Noah was a couple of years ahead of us at school, and everyone crushed on him so hard. Willow might as well serve them because I wouldn’t know what to say to him. Not that we talked or were even friends at high school. He was a senior, and I was a Year 10 student doing senior art as my accelerate subject, so we shared the art room for a year. In that time, I managed to say nothing to him, purely admiring him from afar. We shared a stage together once. We both won top art prizes at school. I think he smiled at me then. That is the extent of my interactions with Noah Kalani.
My God, that boy is hot! Apparently, it’s his birthday. Nineteen. I should give him a birthday kiss.
She wiggles her eyebrows at me as she returns.
Hmm, I don’t recall that on the menu...,
I tease. Is that Tommy Tanlon and Zane McIntosh with him?
Yes! Zane has turned out to be a mega hottie. Do you remember when we were at the basketball courts, and the ball smacked you in the head, and you had a big lump? He was the one who threw the ball. Remember?
How could I forget? It’s not like it was humiliating or anything. It wasn’t just a lump either; it was a bleeding lump. I was sent home because the school was concerned that I had a concussion. Unfortunately, I didn’t, and remember the whole embarrassing event.
He unintentionally hit me with the ball.
Willow waves her hand dismissively. "Yeah, but he came over to check on you. He was totally sweet. Now, he’s totally sweet and a total hottie. Hot people always have hot friends."
"Okay, well keep it in your pants, you’re still on the clock. I don’t think Pete wants his pancake parlour turned into that kind of parlour."
As if I’d have a chance anyway. They’re like, uni guys, and we’ve just finished Year 12.
We’re going to be uni girls,
I point out.
Maybe you are, but I’m taking a gap year.
One of my tables starts to look around, a sign that they are ready to order, so I make my way over to them, secretly glad to avoid the uni talk. My ATAR was good, certainly good enough to get into all of the courses I put down. It’s just...well I’m not sure I want to go to uni. I mean, I want to go, but I’m just not sure what I want to do there. Nothing I put down on my preference sheet was really...me. I just want to spend my days drawing but that is not a suitable option according to my parents.
I wonder what they all ended up doing – Tommy, Zane and Noah? I know Tommy and Zane as well as I know Noah, which is to say not at all, but I know Noah is insanely talented. I wonder if he followed through with his artistic talents and is doing something super amazing and creative. Did any of them know what they wanted to do when they left school, or were they like me, slowly going crazy with the pressure to have it all figured out at seventeen?
Serving Noah is easily the biggest event of the night, although I didn’t actually serve him and Willow said no more than, Hi
, yes
and enjoy
. We still found lots to gossip about behind the counter. Okay, fantasise about, behind the counter.
By the end of my shift, my feet feel like they’re on fire, and my lower back feels like it is made of cement. Dad is waiting for me in the car park, which is nice, seeing as though he missed Christmas Day at Nanna and Grandpa’s house. I give Willow a hug goodbye and climb in.
Hey, Princess.
Dad leans over and kisses me on the cheek.
He places a small box on my lap. The light from the car shows me that it is wrapped in silver wrapping with a red Christmas bow.
Since I missed yesterday,
he says by way of explanation.
I feel a pang of vicarious guilt. Dad has never missed a Christmas until yesterday. and I knew how awful he felt because of it. It wasn’t the same without him. It was like there was a gaping big hole in the day.
Would this happen to be the keys to my very own car?
I try.
Dad lets out a laugh. You haven’t even sat for your learner’s permit yet, Chels.
It’d be an incentive.
Remember Chels,
he says, hard earned money is twice as sweet when spent.
We say the end of the sentence in unison.
I know! I know!
There’s no such thing as a free ride, Chels, you have to work hard for the things you want.
I unwrap the box and open it. Inside sits a delicate bracelet with a charm in the shape of a camera hanging off it. I love it.
I’m really proud of you, Chels. You’ve shown you’re a hard worker. You excelled in your exams, and you’re going on to uni next year. Everything’s going to plan.
The plan.
My plan.
His plan.
The only plan.
My heart sinks ever so slightly. The plan: ace Year 12, go to uni, get a respectable job, fall in love, get married and live happily ever after with two point five kids. It was the path he took and look how it turned out for him. He has everything I want, including the happy marriage. He has drummed into my brothers and I from a young age that this is the only path to success and happiness. With the first part of the plan ticked off, he’d say I’m on the right track.
I twirl the bracelet in my hands. Photography is our thing, the one artistic pursuit my dad actually has an interest in, and the one thing we do together that is just ours. I like it so much because it’s time where I don’t have to share him with anyone else. The bracelet is my favourite Christmas gift.
Maybe some time these holidays we can go shooting further down the peninsula and see what we get.
I nod. We could go to Point Nepean like we always keep talking about.
It may sound lame, but I actually like spending time with my family – minus my twin brothers. They’re annoying. Times two. School and exams consumed me this year, and I know Dad has been busier than ever at work, so I feel like I’ve hardly seen him this year. I guess being one of the top obstetricians has that kind of effect on your career.
About five years ago, he took a top job in one of the city hospitals which was great for him, but it meant less time for us. It isn’t just babies he is expected to deliver; he is running conferences and mentoring other doctors too. I know his job is super important, and we’re all really proud of him, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less when he misses big occasions like Year 12 graduation or Christmas Day. I try not to complain too much about it; his job means Mum never had to work and could be around for us, and we always have great holidays. I guess that’s why our little photography outings mean so much; it’s precious time with my dad. Don’t tell him, but he’s always kind of been my hero.
I also got these.
Dad flashes two tickets in his hands.
I know what I want them to be. I really hope they are what I think they are. I take a closer look at the tickets, and my heart skips several beats.
The One Hundred Years photography exhibition? That has been sold out for weeks!
He nods. Deliver babies for the right people...and it’s opening night. Black tie. Canapes.
I lean over and wrap my arms around his neck. This is the best.
Looks like the summer is shaping up to be a good one after all.
TWO
I’m not very good at sitting still. Everyone talks about this magical time after Year 12 where you get to rest
. Put in the hard work now and you’ll have plenty of time to rest over the summer. If I had a dollar for every time someone said that to me over the year, I could probably buy the car I plan on becoming licenced to drive. If I’m honest, I like to keep busy, especially now as I try to avoid stalking my ex. I don’t mean to, but every time I find myself on social media, I wander over to his pages and immediately regret it. Apparently, he’s made it his mission to show everyone just what a #goodtime he’s having and how #blessed he is. With nothing much else going on at home, and Willow not returning my texts, I declare myself B-O-R-E-D and catch a train into the city to visit Dad at work, and maybe even sneak in some post-Boxing Day sales shopping.
I grew up around Maternity Wards; when I was little and Dad worked closer to home, he used to take me in with him to do his rounds on the weekends. The new parents never seemed to mind and happily showed off their latest edition. He too was proud to show off his eldest child; he’d tell the new parents that I was his daughter and that I was going to follow in his footsteps one day. I never quite worked up the courage to tell him, let alone his patients, that I had no intention of following in his footsteps. Medical school was never on my radar. Of that I’m certain.
On the Maternity Ward, the nurse tells me I’ve just missed Dad, so I turn to the elevator in the hope of catching him in the foyer. The doors open, and I hurry in with my head buried in my phone. I press G
and hear the doors close before noticing the tall, hulking figure slouched in the corner. Keeping my head down, I move to the opposite side of the elevator and feel a set of eyes follow me. The air suddenly feels thick, and I let out a nervous cough. Just my luck to have picked the world’s slowest elevator. I avoid direct eye contact yet notice every move he makes. The person cocks his head as though trying to figure me out.
Do I know you?
a low husky voice asks from the corner.
My heart beating fast, I slowly look up. Our eyes meet, and I let out a sigh of relief. The air around us thins. Yes, we know each other. Kind of.
Noah?
I immediately know who he is now that I have the confidence to look.
A smile spreads across his face as he stretches out his arms in recognition. Yep.
He clicks his fingers and points at me, Richardson.
Roberts. Chelsea Roberts.
I don’t mention The Pancake Parlour and neither does he. Seeing Noah twice in two days is more than I’ve seen him in the last two years since he graduated high school. I’m a big believer in fate and wonder what this means.
The elevator doors open, and he stands back allowing me to exit first. Noah Kalani. He looks just as he did last night, dressed in dark jeans and a Metallica tank baring his tattooed arms. I drag my eyes away to notice him smiling at me. He pushes his dark hair off his face. It falls to his shoulders and looks like it needs a good brush. He’s grown a beard, which my dad would call hipster, and it ages him into his mid-twenties despite having just turned nineteen. Still, it suits him. I remind myself to blink and return the smile.
And breathe.
What brings you up here?
I say, surprised, as though he’s just turned up to my house.
Visiting my nan.
He points up to indicate she’s on a ward.
Oh,
I respond a little embarrassed. I’d forgotten that other things happen here outside of having babies. I hope she’s okay.
Yeah, she’ll be right. You?
Visiting my dad. He works here.
I point up, needlessly making the point.
Cool.
He smiles.
My eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at Noah’s beautiful face. I thought I’d come up to have lunch with him, but he’s not here.
Noah nods and his smile broadens. Can he tell I’m nervous? He’s apparently on his way to a meeting.
This is the most we’ve ever spoken, and I’m messing it up by saying too much. I need to pull myself together. It was much easier last night when all I had to do was admire from afar. Up close and personal, he’s intimidating.
Something catches my eye. A man in a charcoal suit across the lobby. Tall, balding and carrying a worn brown leather satchel. Dad.
Thank. God. Something to save me from my embarrassing word vomit.
I point him out and we both look at him as he stops to talk to a lady I don’t recognise. A colleague perhaps.
Looks like your mum found him first.
I let out a nervous giggle. No, that’s not my––
I stop. My mouth hangs open.
What. Was. That?
Um...shit,
Noah appears as shocked as I am. We stand in stunned silence, staring at my dad embracing this mysterious woman whom he has just kissed.
In the foyer.
Of the hospital.
In public!
My stomach drops.
Noah