The next day, the morning started well. I felt asleep on my phone, immersed in my various research. I subscribed to various YouTube accounts about my femininity or the awakening of the ‘femme fatale’ that sleeps in me. I even created an i********: account so that I could be better informed. I wrote a long list of products that I should use for my skin, the style of dress that I should adopt. I made a whole list of cosmetics and other accessories that I would need. I got so immersed in my research that Martha had to bring me breakfast in the room and drag me out of the room for lunch to tantalize my taste buds with this delicious meal whose name I'd forgotten. Apollon came home very late, but I waited for him for dinner. We didn't talk for long. He was tired. He smelt so good that I had to
