Seven months later
From Leo: We're going to be late, sweetie.
From Cora: Stop sending me messages when I'm in the bathroom. I'm ready in five minutes. If not, reread this message.
It's my first New Year's Eve at the Café de la Place. It is apparently a tradition well anchored in the habits of the inhabitants of the small town of Locron. And since I'm one of them now, I can't get away from it. Plus, for all the gold in the world, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else because it would be a shame to miss such an atmosphere. The locals are not kidding when it comes to partying: the dance floor is packed and alcohol is flowing. But above all, it’s the woman who is by my side who makes it wonderful.
After my little declaration on horseback, things quickly progressed between us. Barely two week
