Look for Valeria!
She delicately spritzed a hint of perfume onto her body, letting the scent envelop her before she delicately shook her blond locks, framing her face in a soft cascade of golden waves, and gracefully exited her room.
In Prague, boredom gnawed at her. She had upheld propriety for what felt like an eternity, and the absence of intimacy left her in a dire mood, truly dire. She couldn't seek solace elsewhere; her hopes clung to Adrien, longing for his touch once more. Months had slipped by, devoid of his affection, despite her efforts. Elena began to suspect it was Adrien's choice, not a fault in either of them.
A fleeting notion crossed her mind—perhaps seeking comfort in another's arms—but she dismissed it seconds later. Adrien wouldn't betray her again.
Her pale pink dr
