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rough have? I don't know, but I'm ready to find out.
6. One Year Later
Victoire has her mother's eyes. Her mother... Three months after the birth of this pretty, plump baby, I still have trouble believing that Marion Aubrac has become a mother. My best friend didn't pause for a second in her decision to keep the baby, even when Oliver told her he didn't want any part in it. Marion gave birth to a hazel-eyed little doll, deciding to raise this gift of life on her own. Why Victoire? Because she gave Marion hope and will after a tragic event, one that rattled us all, but especially her. It's been exactly a year today since her brother Tristan departed this world. He was lost in the explosion of the Diamonds villa.
Heal. Grieve and move forward, that was the purpose of today's strange pilgrimage. One year later, the entire group is reunited, coming from the four corners of the globe. Marion came down from Normandy, Céleste, Gabriel's sister, flew in from New York for a few days, and my sister Camille and Silas traveled over ten thousands miles for the occasion. All to pay homage to Tristan. Evil Eleanor, my lover's ex, tried to bury us all along with her, but she only managed to take one other life when she went down.
Tristan... surely the most innocent, the most just of us all...
"What you've done is wonderful, Amandine. Everyone is here, I can't believe it. Tristan would have been touched, you know," Marion says sadly, watching the sunset from the terrace. "My brother always loved you, but he was afraid it wouldn't be reciprocal. Today I realize that you loved him too, but in your own way..."
"I feel like he's still here," I murmur, leaning against her shoulder.
"You must be dying of thirst!" Silas cries, joining us outside. "A little rosé couldn't hurt..."
Camille and Céleste – the Baumann sister and the Diamonds sister, the blonde and the brunette, day and night – are just behind him, walking over in slow motion, as if calmed by the reunion.
Or not...
"Amandine, this is scandalous!" my sister whines, slapping my backside. "You told me there were six bedrooms in this house, but I just took the tour, and there are eight!"
"We just got them set up," I explain, laughing. "One of them, you know, is reserved for Oscar, your little guy!"
"That's better," she smiles. "Just because Silas got me out of your hair by dragging me all the way to Australia doesn't mean you can tell me lies..."
Listening to Camille's exaggeration, Céleste sighs lightly and says to her:
"You weren't complaining so much the day he put the ring on your finger..."
"I married a real nag and I congratulate myself every day!" Silas intervenes, taking his wife in his arms.
Silas: always a diplomat...
These past twelve months have been eventful: Marion had a child, Camille and Silas got married, Céleste and Barthélémy got divorced... I realize our little group has gone off on different paths.
"To friends, to love, and to trouble!" says my adorable co-worker Marcus, pushing into our circle with a bottle of champagne in hand.
"And to Tristan," I add, before taking a deliciously cold gulp.
I am finally home, in my element, surrounded by people I regard as family. Getting them all together in my "home sweet home" was not easy, but I finally pulled it off. In this private mansion in the middle of Paris's île de la Cité, I have come back to life. Bad memories are starting to evaporate, making way for new ones to be made. But none of this would have been possible without Gabriel Diamonds. My heart swells just thinking of him.
His eyes are filled with tenderness when I see him walk over, holding little Victoire in his arms. Next to him, his son Virgile – who looks more and more like him every day – is tickling Oscar, who laughs uncontrollably, almost out of breath. Paris – the sweet but hyper Labrador retriever jumps at them, frenetically wagging his tail. The spectacle makes me smile.
I had one man in my life, and now I have two.
6. One Year Later
Victoire has her mother's eyes. Her mother... Three months after the birth of this pretty, plump baby, I still have trouble believing that Marion Aubrac has become a mother. My best friend didn't pause for a second in her decision to keep the baby, even when Oliver told her he didn't want any part in it. Marion gave birth to a hazel-eyed little doll, deciding to raise this gift of life on her own. Why Victoire? Because she gave Marion hope and will after a tragic event, one that rattled us all, but especially her. It's been exactly a year today since her brother Tristan departed this world. He was lost in the explosion of the Diamonds villa.
Heal. Grieve and move forward, that was the purpose of today's strange pilgrimage. One year later, the entire group is reunited, coming from the four corners of the globe. Marion came down from Normandy, Céleste, Gabriel's sister, flew in from New York for a few days, and my sister Camille and Silas traveled over ten thousands miles for the occasion. All to pay homage to Tristan. Evil Eleanor, my lover's ex, tried to bury us all along with her, but she only managed to take one other life when she went down.
Tristan... surely the most innocent, the most just of us all...
"What you've done is wonderful, Amandine. Everyone is here, I can't believe it. Tristan would have been touched, you know," Marion says sadly, watching the sunset from the terrace. "My brother always loved you, but he was afraid it wouldn't be reciprocal. Today I realize that you loved him too, but in your own way..."
"I feel like he's still here," I murmur, leaning against her shoulder.
"You must be dying of thirst!" Silas cries, joining us outside. "A little rosé couldn't hurt..."
Camille and Céleste – the Baumann sister and the Diamonds sister, the blonde and the brunette, day and night – are just behind him, walking over in slow motion, as if calmed by the reunion.
Or not...
"Amandine, this is scandalous!" my sister whines, slapping my backside. "You told me there were six bedrooms in this house, but I just took the tour, and there are eight!"
"We just got them set up," I explain, laughing. "One of them, you know, is reserved for Oscar, your little guy!"
"That's better," she smiles. "Just because Silas got me out of your hair by dragging me all the way to Australia doesn't mean you can tell me lies..."
Listening to Camille's exaggeration, Céleste sighs lightly and says to her:
"You weren't complaining so much the day he put the ring on your finger..."
"I married a real nag and I congratulate myself every day!" Silas intervenes, taking his wife in his arms.
Silas: always a diplomat...
These past twelve months have been eventful: Marion had a child, Camille and Silas got married, Céleste and Barthélémy got divorced... I realize our little group has gone off on different paths.
"To friends, to love, and to trouble!" says my adorable co-worker Marcus, pushing into our circle with a bottle of champagne in hand.
"And to Tristan," I add, before taking a deliciously cold gulp.
I am finally home, in my element, surrounded by people I regard as family. Getting them all together in my "home sweet home" was not easy, but I finally pulled it off. In this private mansion in the middle of Paris's île de la Cité, I have come back to life. Bad memories are starting to evaporate, making way for new ones to be made. But none of this would have been possible without Gabriel Diamonds. My heart swells just thinking of him.
His eyes are filled with tenderness when I see him walk over, holding little Victoire in his arms. Next to him, his son Virgile – who looks more and more like him every day – is tickling Oscar, who laughs uncontrollably, almost out of breath. Paris – the sweet but hyper Labrador retriever jumps at them, frenetically wagging his tail. The spectacle makes me smile.
I had one man in my life, and now I have two.
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