A War Cry

The doubts have not been completely cleared up, Gaspar is right, I alone must decide. I still have these days to think about it. On Thursday when Mila returns I will also tell her about it, not in details, because she doesn't know anything about what Silvain does, nor does she know his aberrant way of being. Sigh, I go for that shower that my body is crying out for. And I'm already starting to look for what outfit to wear for tonight's outing. Assuring that it is only a friendly meeting, I have not been able to refuse his invitation. Just because it's not something serious, but to get away from the routine, doesn't mean I'm going to wear just any clothes.

I want to be pretty, look good.

The box of chocolates is still in the kitchen, closed and with the perfect bow undone. I dare to eat one of those expensive chocolates. In my mouth, the sweet melts, the delicious filling escapes in one bite. I still don't believe Silvain sent this to me.

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The night has fallen, as the fabr