John Keller felt very good, no he was completely over the moon. He had asked his driver to follow Jeanne and find out about her working hours from a colleague to whom he had given a few dollars. Tongues were easily loosened and they had a detailed program of Jeanne's activity that day and even during all the other days. He is so proud when everything goes his way. Jeanne is a really beautiful girl even if he does not always understand how a girl of her rank can be so undistinguished. She lacks manners and this servant-like appearance does not please him very much. How could that witch Amanda have educated her daughter so badly? Not that the girl has vulgar or abusive behavior but Jeanne does not have the presence and the grace of a girl of her social class. He wonders if it is not a play to hurt her mother but there it would not work. When you want to rebel, you do it to the end, that is to say, you become a real pest, which is not the case for this little one. In short, t
Snow, it was not the first time that I have seen it, but it is the first time that I have contemplated it. For the first time, I feel as if I am part of this world, everything suddenly seems very beautiful. And that is thanks to Michaël. As the snowflakes calmly fall from the sky, I take advantage of the warmth of Michael's arms watching them with fascination. His arm is around my shoulders and I can smell the heady scent of his perfume. It is so nice. I closed my eyes enjoying this time together. Further on, Carla watched us with a thin smile on her face. “He must love Emma…and her, her face is so sweet and red, she must be really in love with Michaël too…ah if I had known that such a cute girl came into this library, I wouldn't have stopped coming here all this time." I finally closed my eyes having enjoyed Michael's warmth enough before moving on. I was at work damn it, I just can't afford such freedoms. Michaël would have understood this and letting go of me, he took me
Michael had run inside his heart beating abnormally fast. It was a feeling that crushed his chest but it wasn't awkward either. On the contrary, it was so pleasant that he wanted to jump everywhere and shout his joy. Emma, his little princess, had spoken to him. He must imagine her embarrassment at having to do it, oh yes, but to think that she had done it for him and for a reason as simple as just handing him macaroons, he felt his mind in shambles. The world seemed to him to turn as if he were drunk and he had vertigo. He went to sit on a chair in the distance as he put his hand on his chest. He was going to choke if he continued like this, but the more he thought about Emma talking to him out loud, the more he struggled to think logically. He laid his head on the table hiding his face as he called himself stupid. Why was such a small thing driving him so crazy? It was only the girl he loves, who is almost mute, who avoids speaking because of her speech. This girl dared t
Clara smiled heartily as she had the attention of the couple, especially Emma. She wanted to be alone with her, but her possessive boyfriend wasn't going to let her. So in order not to suffer the wrath of the latter, she was just going to take advantage of the opportunity. Either way, there will be a time when the two of them can talk face-to-face. Michael frowned. It's not so much the fact that she bothered them AGAIN while they were in full intimacy, no it's because of the name of this girl. Brighton as Charlotte. His frown deepened as he pondered another trick from the other bitch. " What do you want? » He asked point-blank as Clara huffed. She is not so stupid as not to realize Michaël's animosity towards her sister, moreover, she also knows that the latter must have already made the connection between them just because of their last name. Indeed, they don't look alike even for a tad. Their parents are brown, and her mother has darker black hair, but Charlotte and Joh
The rest of the route went fairly calmly. I tried to glance at Michael who seemed so pensive. Was it because of Aden's message? What was he thinking? I don't like how this simple message could have made Michaël like this, I don't like to see him like that. He even left the macaroons that I bought him and just stared outside with his face in hand and his gaze distant. I pursed my lips before sighing loudly. This caught his attention and he turned to look at me. “A problem Emma? » I nodded and he almost pounced on me asking what's up. I quickly wrote giving him the paper. “Is it because you find me too thoughtful? Oh, it's just…” I wrote again and this time his face went cold and he did not respond directly. He sighed before looking at me. "This boy… Do you like him? I mean could you see him as a boyfriend? » I don't know why but Michaël's sentence froze my blood, I was as if I had just been betrayed and it made me nauseous. Not that Aden makes me nauseous, no, this
The City of Central, 25 years ago. Three people are sitting in the middle of a dump. The two girls, one of whom is 14 and the other 12, were performing songs they were listening to on an old radio that the 10-year-old boy had finished tinkering with to pick up the signal. "Listen Sophie it's Magda's song the one that won all the awards this year... she's too strong Magda and her songs are so touching" “Not only but her voice is fabulous I never get tired of it” The girls were ecstatic as the boy in his corner had his face, as her friends used to say, ice cold. “ Fabian, what do you think of Magda? » The young boy looked up at the red-haired girl who had just spoken and just shrugged. " She sings well " " Only? Fabian, are you sure you are not a robot? What are these automata reactions? A normal person would say.. oh she's stunning, she has a beautiful voice... you see that kind of thing but you're so cold it's not cool” The eldest daughter pouted as she said it as the ot
Sophie and Carmen remained silent for a very long time, one could understand them. They were cut off by the boy's words, not only had he returned in bad shape the day before, but today he is handing them money out of nowhere like this and telling them that they have to go to an unknown place. It was unlikely and they had to be reassured if he hadn't been involved in some shady stories. “Tell me Fabian, where did you get all that money? Even working hard for a week, we can't have so much and you want to tell us that in less than half a day, you could make all this wheat? » Sophie had spoken, crossing her arms as she looked at Fabian with reproachful eyes. Carmen, more spared, tried to understand instead of directly judging Fabian. She knows him so well, he's nice and upright, and he would never do anything shady or illegal even if it's to allow them to eat. “Fabian, listen… this money includes us… it is…” "I didn't steal it if that's what you're worried about. And it's not il
During their entire stay at the orphanage, they never left each other, Carmen had introduced him to Sophie the next day, another girl who was 10 years old. Sophie and Carmen were the oldest in the orphanage having come almost at the same time. The three children had only one goal in life, to survive. Both in the orphanage where the treatments of the director were awful, and in their daily life. Fabian was always so introverted except with Carmen and Sophie with whom he spoke openly and easily. Some boys kept bothering Carmen calling her carrot hair because of her red face. They spent the time pulling her hair and making fun of her, which didn't please Fabian. He had entered into a vendetta against anyone who would attack Carmen. He certainly looked small and puny, but his expression was quite scary. He always had a blank look and a dull expression when he looked at the other children, so when he decided to hit them, it was more his expression than his strength that made the bu