38-1: finally !

( Three days later)

Bianca was pacing up and down around the large sofa in the living room, covered with cushions in a Southern motif.

To say she was a shadow of her former self was an understatement. Her eyes were haggard and rimmed with black. She watched over Emmanuelle day and night, leaving her only to ensure that the organization of Domaine Emmanuelle remained in order. The young woman had even refused to go home and borrowed her best friend's clothes for fear of leaving her unsupervised.

So, whenever Emmanuelle drifted off into a deep sleep, Bianca kept herself busy by cleaning the house or tidying up purchase orders and other administrative paperwork. There was not a trace of dust to be seen, and the windows were so clean you'd swear you were looking straight out. All the cushions were puffed up and looked as if they'd just come off the factory floor, being patted by the young woman as she walked past. She had even gone so far as to mop the ceiling and walls to keep her min