Michaël looks at Emma and his heart is torn, he thought he saw her crying and wonders what could have caused such sadness at a given moment in her heart. He wants so badly that she expresses to him what she feels in the depths of her mind but he also knows that he has no right to ask her that. If she wanted to talk to him about what's bothering her, then she would, which summarizes the fact that she doesn't yet see him as the one he would like her to see him. He would have liked Emma to be more open with him, for her to express to him for a while the true colors of her soul, but at the same time, it's so hypocritical to ask him that when he isn't either. honest with her. If he had been honest, he would have told her he was in love with her, but of course, he was scared. Yes, Michaël Keller was afraid of being rejected. How would she take it? She would probably think he was making fun of her. How is it even possible to fall in love so quickly but he did? This girl had come to
Jeanne smiled as she left Michael's room. These teenagers were so cute to turn around like that. She would have liked to tickle them for this purpose but she thinks that they are already shy enough towards each other like that, she didn't need to add on the edges in any case. As a result, she left for the hallway deciding to return to 'their new home'; she would have liked to spend the first night with her sister but well, it seems that she would spend it alone – it is quite stressful. She just hopes for one thing, that this woman won't take advantage of it to come prowling around the house all the time and arouse her little sister's suspicions about her identity. She knows it's wishful thinking to imagine she'll be out, but until she shows up, she'll have to think of a scheme so Emma doesn't get hurt. Even though she's a despicable person, she knows at least from the truth that she hasn't come to meet Emma all this time because the last thing she wants is to hurt her daughter
Fabian is not a libidinous man but he remains a man after all, he, therefore, happens to have fun from time to time with a woman in hand. It's never serious. He has dedicated his life to Michaël and Mira and therefore none of his relationships last because he has other priorities.The only thing that makes him smile is seeing these children flourish and lately, it was even more true when he could see his young boss so happy with this little girl. He just hopes the two will continue to grow their relationship and lead to something greater. That's his wish anyway.Well let's go back to the women's case, Fabian is not very difficult but he's not also a stopgap type. He can go out with a woman with generous curves just as he can go out with a petite woman, the main thing is that she is wise. He doesn't like people he calls stupid and superficial.While Michaël plays attractive with his girlfriend, he will take the opportunity to clean the car then he will go get Mira because the moment has
Jeanne arrived at her new house and sighed at the almost amazed gaze of the driver. It was strange but she could imagine his point of view! She has a banal look, she does not have high-quality ty clothes, it is even quite the opposite. When someone sees her, you quickly know that she comes from the lowlands, but this girl who looks like a dungeon bag not only comes from a rich house in an upscale district of the city of Central; the swankiest actually – but now she pulls up in front of a high-end house still in another pretty good part of town. In fact in this neighborhood only celebrities even if they are low caliber live there which means this girl has to be one and the fact that she looks like a bag has to be part of a new number. So when she ran away from the house followed by this man it had to be either for shooting and she had to leave in a hurry – it's far-fetched – so yes it must have been the fact that this man it's his sponsor. She's lucky, he's seen a documentary abo
Michaël and I sat side by side in front of the piano as my heart was pounding, I kept my face down on the piano keys. It was stupid as I had barely been in his arms, and now I felt awkward being around him and our fingers touching. I have a big problem. I took a deep breath before calming down and concentrating on my lesson. I've been training for more than a month and my level is quite good – for an amateur. The melody that Michaël taught me is the one his mother played regularly and it is also the one he prefers to practice the most. Teaching it to me is a real honor for me and I want to quickly master it to pay homage to it. From time to time, I throw glances at him and I find him concentrated on his action, believing that it is only me who has the misplaced ideas. “Are you with me Emma? You've screwed up on that note twice." I catch myself shaking my head before closing my eyes and concentrating. I'm an idiot, I don't have to waste Michael's efforts to teach me the pian
The piano lesson quickly ended and it was almost time for dinner. The day before, this scene of family life had not happened, but today it is. Michaël and Mira took me to the dining room downstairs and of course, I felt quite uncomfortable despite the kindness of Brother and Sister Keller. But hey they are so insistent that it is almost impossible to say no to them so yes I gave in. So we went down to the dining room when a lady, certainly the housekeeper, announced that dinner was served. Mira is in front of Fabian while I'm closely following Michaël. I have time from my rear position to admire his back. Michaël has a fairly developed musculature for his age – between square, broad and muscular shoulders, a straight back, strong arms, and this stature of athletes. I can't believe he's just 16. He has such a mature body. It must be like he explained to me once because of his modeling job which requires him to always be in shape. I discovered that he does not have the right t
It's hard, no, it's rough. But I can see Michaël has no intention of taking his words back or looking down at his dad as he challenges him. I have already seen Michaël pissed off but there it was more in the anger that I would classify him. I already know that the guy doesn't like his father. Oh no, the guy hates his father but from talking to him like that, I don't know what to think. I'm not going to consider myself an expert in parent-child relationships or pretend to know the liabilities of these two men, but I don't want Michaël to be so upset. When I see him like this it hurts me, it's painful. I move slightly to lay my head on Michael's back and I feel him calm down. I said it before, if I can't communicate with words then I will do it with gestures and I know he will understand me I hear him sigh and finally, he turns to look at me. "I'm fine now Emma...thank you" I nod happily that he has finally calmed down and we continue to look at the father who looks at us in a
My heart was beating so fast and I felt like I was growing wings. No, Michael, it's not you who are the happiest but me, to be able to know you, be with you, touch you, and love you. I am the luckiest person in fact to have so many privileges, although I have neither the right nor the appearance. I can only feel special in this sense. I feel him entwine our fingers and even though I'm sure my hand has gotten sweaty, I don't want to pull it away. It's so nice to be like that with the boy you're in love with. For a long time, I thought that these feelings in me were just the fact that I had never experienced this and that they were not romantic feelings, but I was wrong... miserably even. I have always been in love with him, the reasons are simple. He was the first to see me as a normal person and although this may seem like a rather superficial reason, over time it has come to seem natural. Even if today another boy appears in my life, it will never be like Michael. For what