Chapter 3
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The ambiance was something I was getting used to. Paris was much too different from my little town of Fendril. This was an actual city; incredibly busy and very loud when it wanted to be. Yet there was something in the air, something that felt very alive. It was a surreal feeling.
By the time I woke up that morning, the fact that I was in one of the most beautiful cities in the world was far from my mind. All I could think about was that my period was late. Late didn't even seem to cover it. By now, I could already assume that I would not see it at all.
The thought filled me with panic throughout the early hours of the morning. I couldn't be pregnant, I just couldn't. However, it wasn't based on willpower alone. I would have to take a test first to know what I had to
