IS LOVE ELSEWHERE ?

Conti Ken as your husband, to love a

ew up. The best day of my life is today. Everything is p

, I wa

and to reassure myself, I look for my future husband's eyes. But, he must be

gree to take, Mrs. Joana V

top it! Pl

ing, I raise my head and... the same people are standing in the room, with one exception, their faces are livid. As for Ken, he avoids my gaze and big tears roll down his cheeks. What to

right now Ken!

s a real torture for me, so much so that I dare not cross their eyes. Once in the open air, I fill my lungs with this soft spring breeze a

horrible thing to me ? Since when ? Tell me, since when di

he whines, sniffs, wipes his big crocodile tears, but damn, don't tell me I was going to marry a

own sweet

! And don't you dare ask me to calm down again! I'll get mad

ensible cause, otherwise I'll lose my patience and

didn't mean to

cess! But it's not possible, besi

can be awarded the gold medal for the girl who fell

and you're upset... But

erything and stop talking t

I can't think straight anymore, but w

elationship since we w

ll that and I know how

sly getting

re 25 and once you signed your contract as

A

often and shared a lot of time with your family. So I developed a sp

say a word. Ken, him, doesn't have much to say and scrutinizes me without daring to add

er? Ken, tell me that's not true!

he ground. My torrent of tears, as for him, dilutes the blood stain on my dress of almost bride, most certainly caused by my knees returned too abruptly in contact wi

ou come all the way here? Why did y

heart already scattered in Senars of pieces does not wish

o you for being s

going to get married, she asked me to meet her at her house, without telling anyone, not even you. I knew I shouldn't go, but I couldn't help it. When she opened her door, she opened he

...shut up and

I put my arms on the ground, settle my dishevelled head in the hollow of those, close my eyes and let my mind go in the oblivion. Yes, I make the va

I enjoy it while slowly raising

here

face of my fathe

o take care of you. Go back to sleep withou

r of hours of nap on the counter. I stroke the comforter with both hands and breathe in the reassuring smell of laundry from my parents' be

sleep well,

apou, th

bite to eat, you know I

ut,

n away for a

ateful to my father who talks about everything and anything during the meal, but especially not about the subject I don't want

l phone, quickly brings me

ll phone, quickly brings m

... Mr.

ssa, I'm not going to beat about the bush. I'll wai

But

n you wake up, you're off to work! Yes, Madam, your husband has chosen to s

, I do

good mood. Don't do too much fooli

cry at a time like this? I go to the window and clo

, knoc

, my voice still

morning,

y arms my darling. I'

nfortunately a brunette. He often compliments me on my slim figure, my big green eyes and my tanned skin, but he always adds that I lack the essential color that makes him melt. I don't take offense at all, because I find Lopez very sexy, very handsome e

appened. Why did this bastard

his big protective arms. I bury my head

al contact re

tell him the horrible scene I lived in front of the town hall with my... ex-boyf

wn it under a torrent of tears. His hands leave then my hair to tenderly massage my back. Then, delicately, he puts his hands on my shoulders, gets free of my smotheri

rong, no... you're strong! Tomorrow you'll get up, look in the mirror, tell yourself how beautiful you are and how

l the pain he has to see me like this, when he

ut on one

miles

you want,

evously and ask him w

sleep in your

h to reveal his

ou know I can't refuse you anything. Good

night

gainst his skin, the night th

dring,

That damned

ouse him from his dreams. His face is relaxed and I can't help

age of a poor sleeping man's body. It's

presses me even

using a beautiful, gr

g a pillow fight. Only, the second ring of this damn ala

my pale complexion makes the atmosphere fall like a soufflé forgotten for too long on the table. Big tears roll down my cheeks and I can't even hold them back.

orld belongs to those who get up early. This is no

y desk. He doesn't even ask me why I'm sa

than the light on my phone tells me my boss is alr

Yes

and don't think you're going to sla

right away,

ice as soon as I arrived? No, he preferred to make me

ow his career throughout France for six months. You will say to me: "Why me?" and to that I will answer: "Mr. Lewis Emile is a man with a temper, demanding and allergic to

ut,

ou leave immediately, he's already waiting for

But

front-page scoop on this mysterious man. No magazine has yet been lucky enough to get more than an hour's interview with him,

recap: I have to meet a well-known, temperamental, pianist, follow him for six months, get a s

rds, I'm in

era House,

spend hours looking at thi

ressed my lips with a vermilion lipstick. I must admit that I am rather stressed, it is true that my articles on the "music'mag" are usually on the last page and in a tiny insert, bottom left. In