Training in Love

Olivia is a sweet, friendly girl with just one problem – she’s overweight. Almost all her life she’s been fat, bullied at school, and not only because of her dimensions. She has spent several years fighting with the scale, throwing in the towel when all her efforts seemed futile, and resigning herself to live her life overweight. Until one night when she meets a special young man who gives her new motivation to solve her problem once and for all. She stubbornly starts a project that involves living her life to the fullest, changing herself and winning over the man in question. Surrounded by loving friends, she looks for someone professional who can help her achieve her goals, but she doesn’t imagine that this will unsettle her plans irremediably. Just when everything appears to go exactly as planned, she will realize that fate is ironic and a little mischievous and sometimes you are not as happy as you thought you’d be when dreams come true. Especially if in the meantime those dreams are turned upside down by a very tall and very blond tornado, so hard to ignore… EXTRACT “I have to tell you something,” he says, all smiles. “Another thing?” He laughs softly, mysteriously. “Yes.” “I hope it’s more intelligent than the last thing you told me.” He laughs, then drops the bomb. “I’m in love.” Oh crap… I knew it… I look straight ahead, I can’t help swallowing – I hope he doesn’t notice – and I can’t manage to look at him. “I’m smitten.” Fine. No, really fantastic. “I’m madly in love.” Ok, kill me with a knife, you’ll save time. Forget “Andrea is practically Linda”… The mantra can be dumped. “Aren’t you going to ask me who?” He says vaguely impatient when he sees I won’t open my mouth. I look at him and see him looking at me with a half-smile on his lips, his cheeks a little red and his eyes of ice shining. “Well… frankly I don’t think I know her…” I hope I don’t know her… “You know her.” Indeed. “Oh…” “Well? You’re not curious? You’re not going to ask me who?” It can only be Linda or Rosy. I don’t know which option would be worse. I don’t want to do a guessing game. He can tell me himself since he’s dying to do so. When they talk about the death of the heart… “With who?”**