The doors of Casa Bella open to our new roommate.The Casa Bella is 245 square meters of beauty in the heart of Vincennes, a large veranda opening onto a garden with a cabin, a friendly postman who forgets to deliver your bills, four friends who, dissatisfied with their lives, try to create themselves a new one.Are you under 30? Are you positive and know how to keep a house clean? We would be delighted to meet you and give you the keys to our haven of peace. Do you want to be our roommate? Have you always dreamed of it? So have we!Let us hear from you. Send us an email! Only non-smoking candidates will be offered an interview.
Ah, right, I almost forgot! It goes without saying that men do not need to apply. The messages will go directly to spam.See you soon?W
—Hello? Penelope said in a singing voice.—Yes, hello. Look, I found your ad, and I would like to visit The Casa Bella, a young voice announced.—Your first name?—Annabelle, twenty-seven.—You are single?—Uh yes, why? Does it really matter?— It does. Men are not allowed to The Casa Bella, Pénélope said in a stern but efficient voice.—I am okay with it. I do not have a boyfriend, Annabelle answered, astonished that such a question was asked to her with a disconcerting naturalness.And then, she continued, by the way, who told you that I preferred men anyway? Judith snatched the receiver from her.—Enough about that. So tell me
The doors of Casa Bella open to our new roommate. The Casa Bella is 245 square meters of beauty in the heart of Vincennes, a large veranda opening onto a garden with a cabin, a friendly postman who forgets to deliver your bills, four friends who, dissatisfied with their lives, try to create themselves a new one.Are you under 30? Are you positive and know how to keep a house clean? We would be delighted to meet you and give you the keys to our haven of peace. Do you want to be our roommate? Have you always dreamed of it? So have we! Let us hear from you. Send us an email! Only non-smoking candidates will be offered an interview. Ah, right, I almost forgot! It goes without saying that men do not need to apply. The messages will go directly to spam. See you soon? W
Four months laterGrandma Jocelyne was gone, but her home was returning to life again. Judith, sipping lemonade on the living room sofa, impatiently awaited Lara, Garance, and Penelope. The three young women had been conquered by the charm of the place at the very first glance. They would have been picky not to. The doorbell to the Casa Bella made Judith jump off the sofa.She strode across the white gravel driveway to greet her friends.—I still have one suitcase at the back of the taxi, Lara said.— I'll take the room on the first floor, Pénélope said.— I will have the other one left then, Garance said. Lara, Garance, and Pénélope had not long hesitated to agree to be roommates. The desire to unite against the excess of sentimental disillusions had led the four friends to write a new chapter in their life together.&nb
August left after so many rays of sunshine. The light of day hid behind the clouds, which proudly sat over the city. Faithful to her habits, Judith watched them from her bedroom window, hidden behind the red curtains. Unagitated, they drew characters with a smiling soul. Judith felt protected from the prying eyes of the street. She only half opened the window. Stuck in the doorway, she breathed in the fresh air that the wind let out. September, the month of her birth, began timidly. She began to dream, her eyes wide open to the beauty that the landscape offered. Her phone rang and disturbed her peace. Eric! It's Eric! A thin glimmer of hope could be read on her face. But, quickly, a look at this unknown number got the better of her smile. At the other end of the line, a female voice was trumpeting —Hello? — Judith on the phone, I'm listening. You are...? — Hello, I'm Penelope
Judith followed her and sat down in front of the large mirror. She paid close attention to her face, which was starting to brighten. The lack of makeup in no way interfered with her beauty. It made her look even more charming under Garance's fingers. She put the newspaper back on the edge of the table, looked at Garance's hairstyle, which she considered unprovided with charm. Her brown hair, trapped in a ballerina bun, was careful not to arouse the slightest jealousy.—How do we cut? Do we keep the length? Shall we go for a gradient? —A bitchy cut, that's what I want. Said Judith, as naturally as possible. The hairdresser gave an embarrassed smile before laughing out loud. Garance is used to collecting the confidences of her clients despite hers
She never took a single gram. The bathroom scale was always kind to her. As slender as a model, she had countless 6 size jeans in her closet. In her teens, she joined a competition organized by the local bakery. She had swallowed heaps of candies until she dropped, but the numerous devoured were not enough to win her victory. A young boy whose corpulence showed high gluttony had won without too much trouble. Judith had nicknamed him Charlie. He loved devouring chocolate by handfuls. Ranked at the second position, she had greeted a bit of frustration when she saw the already chubby kid take off proudly with his weight in chocolate.***A handsome man looked at her with appetite. The young woman gave him a win. She seemed pretty amused and, before he could approach her, she ran to the sidewalk opposite. She observed her reflection in the mirror of a drugstore. Another client loaded with drugs and, no doubt, bruises