‘You’re right. I guess I need to start taking some more risks then!’ Smiling, I turn in the direction of Café Matterhorn. ‘Thanks for your help with the lessons. Sorry for being a bit useless.’
‘Not at all useless!’ She laughs. ‘But perhaps just not a natural.’ She grins and pushes off with her poles. ‘Enjoy the rest of your holiday.’
The warmth of the café hits me as I take refuge inside. Shaking off my jacket, I slot myself into a corner seat and check my mobile. I’m surprised to discover that Tilly has already replied to the catch-up email I’d sent her after my night out with Emir. What with her usually hectic work and social schedule, it’s rare to receive anything back in less than a week. I begin to read and unsurprisingly find myself giggling within seconds. It seems I’m not the only one with a disastrous string of dates of late. By the time I get to the end of the email, she’s picked up on my original hint that I would like to visit her and there’s an overwhelming, eager demand for me to ‘Book that flight ASAP!’
Filled with excitement at the green light to visit her in just a few short months, I’ve barely started typing a response when she appears online and a new message pops up:
‘Can I call if you’re free?’
‘Strange,’ I mutter to myself, wondering if something’s wrong and typing an immediate reply.
‘Yes, I’m free. Call now.’
By my calculations of time difference, she’s mid-morning at work and should be snowed under.
I answer on the second ring, just as a tall thin glass of hot chocolate topped with cream and marshmallows is set down in front of me. ‘Hey, how are you? It’s been a while…’
Tilly’s giggling scoff bounces loudly at me. ‘A while! It’s been about three months since we last spoke. You need to up your game, miss.’
‘I guess I do, but you know how it is, places to go, mountains to see…’ I joke, feeling instant relief that things are fine and she obviously just wants to chat.
‘Sounds like you’re having a great time. Except the bloke part of course. I mean, it’d be nice for one of us to have some decent guy news for once. But no, the world is full of assholes.’
‘Yep, tell me about it.’ I sigh, thinking that if Tilly, with her slim, enviable figure and long, poker-straight brown hair, not to mention endless long legs, can’t meet a decent guy, then I definitely don’t have any chance.
‘So, Switzerland?’ she prompts. ‘Let me guess, you thought the slopes would be full of rich, handsome, single, athletic men?’
‘I haven’t met one.’ I laugh, realising that it’s true. ‘But yeah, Switzerland was a bit of a whim to be honest. I was fed up, Tilly. School’s getting me down a bit and I just needed a break.’
‘God, I know the feeling. I’m under such pressure here at the moment. My boss is being a bit of a bastard too. I swear, he thinks I’m after his job. You should’ve told me when you booked it, I would have joined you.’
Taking of sip of my hot chocolate, I listen as she fills me in on the past couple of months, in turn updating her with my news and most especially, my revelation that I need to be a bit more adventurous and live a more purposeful life.
‘You do! You’re absolutely wasted at that school. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve put every hour under the sun into giving them 150 per cent and they shaft you every time. I don’t know why you don’t look for a different school.’
‘It’s funny you say that…’ I begin, relaying my findings about teaching internationally and all the opportunities I’d seen online.
‘Oh Everly, you have to do it!’ Tilly cuts in. ‘Coming here to Bermuda was the best decision I ever made. I’ve never been so happy or settled and I can’t imagine what life would be if I hadn’t.’
‘You’re different to me though, you’ve always been more of a risk-taker.’ I say, reminded of Elena the ski instructor’s words. ‘You’ve always applied for jobs beyond your ability, invested in things that others think are nuts and…’
‘And it’s always worked out!’ she replies, exasperation in her voice. ‘It didn’t mean I wasn’t scared or questioning it every time though.’
‘I know,’ I say quietly, knowing it’s true. I remember having to spend many a night encouraging her that her decision to relocate to Bermuda was a good one. ‘I really want to do it.’ I hesitate for a second, thinking of my conversation with Amy. ‘I just don’t know if it’s a mistake to do it at this point.’
As soon as I say the words, I realise that’s what’s holding me back from making serious changes. ‘I mean, I’m thirty-three. Surely, it’s time to be thinking about marriage and babies, not upping my life and beginning from scratch elsewhere.’
‘Oh, quit the crap. You were at the marriage and babies stage with Jay and look where that got you! You’re only thirty-three. So am I for that matter, and I’m in the same boat – single and childless. And we both should know by now that it doesn’t matter where you are, you can’t manipulate meeting the right guy. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to.’
Sighing loudly at the cliché, I roll my eyes. ‘Yes, I know.’
‘Oh god, I’ve got to go,’ Tilly says, her voice hushed in annoyance. ‘My boss is back, and he’s got a right face on him. Promise me you’ll think about the teaching abroad thing though.’ Tilly’s tone is serious.
‘I will.’ Hanging up, I take a long sip of my now-cold hot chocolate and glance at the time. If the last two days has taught me anything, it’s that I’d underestimated the physical toll of skiing and the comatose power of being subjected to continual fresh, mountain air. It’s not the evening for making life-changing decisions. Instead, I decide on heading back to the hotel and a hot bath and room service. My last night in Switzerland will be spent relaxing.
*
‘Plus your lemon cheesecake and your apple crumble with the coconut topping?’
Amy laughs at the other end of the phone. ‘Yep, I’m doing those too. I knew you’d ask. Besides, Lily already made me promise her I’d make them. I swear she takes after you with her love of food.’
‘So what if she does? At least she won’t be a skinny rake like you.’ I listen as Amy huffs and pretends to be insulted but we both know she naturally takes after our super-slim mum. ‘I’ll be at yours for three o’clock then. My flight doesn’t land until one.’
‘Perfect. See you tomorrow. And don’t forget Harry’s magnet.’
‘Of course not.’ I smile and hang up, glancing across to the small metal Swiss flag I’d bought earlier for Harry, my nephew.
Putting my mobile to one side, I shift myself from the bed, tightening the fluffy bathrobe I’ve donned and begin to put my belongings in my small case. It’s only nine o’clock but I’ve decided on an early night. I’ve barely managed to fold three things when a message notification dings loudly. I pad across to the bed and noticing it’s Tilly, scan the content, heart racing as my eyes dance across the words and linger on the final paragraph.
‘It’s
