By the Book （Meant to Be #2）
Jasmine Guillory
To all the Black girls who loved books and wanted to be princesses.
This one’s for you.
Isabelle Marlowe smiled at the world as she walked down the bustling, crowded Manhattan street. She couldn’t help it. She knew she should be chill and cool and act like she wasn’t excited about her first day of work, but she just couldn’t do it. She was so thrilled she could hardly stand it. Wouldn’t anyone be? It was a bright, sunny February day in New York City, spring was on its way, and in about thirty minutes, she would officially become an editorial assistant at one of the biggest publishing houses in the world, Tale as Old as Time Publishing. She couldn’t wait.
She was early for her first day—she hadn’t wanted to risk delays, because she’d had to take the train all the way from her parents’ house in New Jersey—so she stopped at the coffee cart across the street from the office to get another cup of coffee to pass the time. Miraculously, there was almost no line.
“Good morning!” she said to the coffee cart guy. “I’m Isabelle. Well, my friends call me Izzy, but probably at work I should just have them call me Isabelle, it sounds more professional, don’t you think? Anyway—”
“Coffee?” he barked.
“Oh! Yes, coffee, definitely. Milk, just a touch, but no sugar, please. Thank you!”
He handed her the coffee with a grunt, and she beamed at him. He didn’t smile back at her, but she barely noticed.
She took a sip of her coffee. He’d added too much milk, but people usually did, that was okay! She glanced around—maybe she should wander around the neighborhood a bit as she drank her coffee, to investigate what was there and kill a little time. When she’d come in for her interview, she’d been too nervous to really notice anything.
Look, a bakery! And it looked like a great one, with a line out the door and lots of baguettes and pastries in the window. She would probably get a lot of late-afternoon snacks there. Oh, and a drugstore on that corner—that would be very useful.
Oooh. A bookstore! It was still closed at this hour of the morning, but she looked at the books in the window, most of which she’d read. She’d just quit her part-time job at her local bookstore, which had given her access to—and a helpful discount on—all the latest titles. She tried to peek in through the darkened windows to see what was on the front tables. She saw a few of her favorite authors; she’d recognize their book covers anywhere. And there was It’s My Favorite Part! It had come out after she’d left the bookstore job, and she was dying to read it. She was trying to budget, so she hadn’t bought it yet, and she was like sixtieth on the waiting list for it at her library. At this rate, it would take months to get it. She might have to crack and buy it anyway.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time and saw that her parents had both texted.
From her dad:
Good luck on your first day, Isabelle!
From her mom:
Yes, good luck honey!
She smiled at her phone.
Thank you!!! I’m so excited!
She was still living at home with her parents, but just for now. Her salary was on the low side—though she was thrilled to have one at all!—and it seemed to make the most sense to live with them in New Jersey and commute. But she got along great with her parents, so she didn’t mind that at all. Plus, she was sure it wouldn’t be for long.
At ten minutes to nine, she decided it was time to head toward the office. She looked at her reflection in the window, smoothed down her favorite blue dress, and adjusted that one bobby pin in her hair. She made her way to the Tale as Old as Time building, snapped a selfie in front to send to her parents, and walked inside.
“Hi,” she said to the security guard, unable to suppress the big smile on her face. “I’m Isabelle Marlowe, it’s my first day here?”
He smiled back at her.
“Hi, Isabelle. Welcome. Let me take a look at your ID and I’ll send you upstairs.”
After a glance at her ID and a quick phone call, the security guard—his name was Frank, she saw on his name tag—waved her toward the elevators.
“Good luck on your first day,” he said.
“Thank you!” She took a deep breath and walked into the first elevator.
A woman with dark hair and glasses was waiting when Isabelle got off.
“Isabelle? Hi, I’m Rachel. Nice to meet you in person finally after so many emails. Marta won’t be in for a while today, so I’m going to show you around.”