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Evy

The days have passed like a breeze here at the mansion. I continue locked in my room doing the work I love or spending a few hours in the garden. Gael has distanced himself a bit, which is perfect for my peace of mind because Dylan has been calling me a few times, allowing me to answer and talk to him without having to confront him. I won't say to you that I don't love him anymore because love isn't something disposable that you accept in your life and discard when it hurts you. He's still a part of me; I feel it every time he enters this room or occasionally speaks sweetly to me. However, I swear that most of the time, I feel like strangling him! I think while tying a bow with the silk ribbon of the long, delicate dress around my belly, and instantly, I look at myself in the mirror to check the result. As expected, near the usual time, my phone starts ringing, and I immediately look at the bedroom door. In a few minutes, Gael and I will leave for an appointment with the