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An Inkling of Hope

“Why is my face plastered on that magazine?” Elsida asks, feeling an inkling of dread coursing through her.

Noticing the tension, the maid scurries past Julien giving them privacy.

“You're asking the wrong question!” “I would like to know what came over you last night that prompted you to behave so childishly” Julien snarls.

Elsida's cheeks turn crimson, she stares at the duvet, not being able to meet Julien’s scalding glare.

Last night was the first time in a while she let herself drink with reckless abandon.

It gave her momentary relief but she couldn't help but feel shame as Julien scolded her.

“I'm sorry” she mutters.

Julien takes a step closer to her, and kneels so he they are at eye level.

Elsida’s breath comes out bated as she grips her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Europe is nothing like America, the press is brutal here and will not hesitate to feed on your weakness.”

“I’ve apologized Julien let it go” she says her eyes blazing with unshed tears.

Julien lets go of her c
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