Episode 85 – Mademoiselle Du MondeMonte Carlo, France, 3 January
Why I have even asked for this stupid truth? Somehow, I've managed to live without it for the past twenty-three years. At least before I could take refuge in my childish fantasies. And now? And now, I've discovered that my father is just some Cambridge student of an unknown identity who happened to fall prey to calculative flirting of maman.
A lump in my throat, I swallow convulsively. Maman comes up to me and sits down on the bed beside me. Pulling me close, her lips pressing lightly on my forehead, she says softly: 'Chéri, I'm really sorry that I'm unable to tell you more about your father, but I have got no regrets about you coming to this world as the result of my rash actions.'
I put my arms around maman and press
