Chapter Seven‘The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.’ - William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar Episode 61 - A FragmentYacht ‘Rosalinda’, Saint-Tropez, France, 1 January Pretending not to notice the curious glances he throws at me, I study discreetly his face. Despite the air of shyness, which becomes him, his looks are flawless, perfect, even. He reminds me of a masterpiece, a look at which evokes aesthetic joy. Though, he somehow appears to be unaware of his own perfection. I wonder if no one has ever told him about it. I am sure he has tons of admirers and girlfriends too. Him studying music also fits him. If you think, what else but music such a handsome beau could occupy himself with? Though, judging by his yacht, there is no need for him to be preoccupied

