After the party, I ran back to my new home. I poured myself a glass of wine, lit up the fire and crawled into the huge armchair placed in front of the fireplace. Everything seemed from another time and I must admit that I was very nervous about what I was about to find out.
I am the lionhearted woman, right? I shall not fear. I shall not obey. I shall only create.
The letter was waiting for me. I was waiting for an answer. I opened it.
The battlefield was set and I was ready to conquer it.
To be continued…
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