With each subsequent step Fraisi Paradis impressed me more and more. A
charming little town with winding streets and mountains all around. And of course fresh air, unpolluted with big city dirt. Probably, paradoxically thanks to Margaret, I discovered my paradise.
Meanwhile, Charlotte was still talking:
- Can you just tell me, what happened? Don't even try to lie - she marrowed her eyelids, wanting to look firm.
My patience slowly began to run out. This girl annoyed me. Why was she so meddlesome? Who was she playing, a detective?
I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.
- Let's explain something, redhead - I snapped - I don't want to talk about the past. At least not now. And I truly hate when somebody wants to change me at any costs. I advise you to let go, because we will talk differently.
For a short moment she looked as if she was touched by my warning. I was kinda proud of myself. Not for long.
- Wow, wow, a little Parisian is trying to be dangerous. Ooh, I'm so frightened - the Red laughed sarcastically - Who are you, girl? If you really treated Margaret like that, I'm not surprised she left you.
Oh no. That was enough. We will never be in favorable relations.
- You know what? I don't care about your help. You're just looking for a sensation to gossip with your colleagues who are probably as vile as you are.
- I don't forbid you to go away! - Charlotte stared at her fingernails - I hope justice will get you soon.
I left her without a word and went to the main street.
Although I wanted loneliness, I was surprised by the lack of curious glances. You see, light purple hair is not an everyday view. It was just a camouflage, all the websites show me as a brown-haired.
My determination weakened in a moment. Who did I try to cheat? All I had to do was go to the police, which I initially wanted to avoid at all costs. Nobody would believe me anyway.
I could also call my cousin, Suzette. Unfortunately, I didn't know what happened to her after the siege of Paris. Apparently, she ran away from the country. Her phone was silent. Journalists also didn't provide specific information. Only the brutal murder of her parents on the Franco-Swiss border was mentioned. It was a warning sent to me by Margaret, "They are paying for your betrayal."
I stood up from the bench when suddenly I heard a girl's voice behind me:
- Violette? Is that you?
I flinched and tightened my fingers on the purse.
- Whoever you are, I do not want to talk - I didn't turn around.
- Relax, I want to help you. I know what happened - she whispered.
- You can't know. Nobody knows - a few tears flowed again.
- Trust me, I know more than you would expect. Please, let's talk - she insisted.
Another obsessive. Wonderful. But what could I do?
I looked at the girl. Brown eyes, brown hair. Dressed quite classic - plaid shirt, jeans and sneakers. But wait. There was something familiar...
- Do you remember me? - she smiled.
Honestly? Not really.
- Theatre classes. Montaigne High School - she tried to guide me.
High school... A beautiful time when everything was normal and harmonious. When I felt liked and needed. Free. Artistic development and, well, theatre. Theatre, theatre... Of course! How could I forget!
- Juliette? - I asked shyly.
- Yes! - her eyes sparkled, she embraced me heartily - Great to see you again after all this time. Good you remember.
- This is one of the few things I want to remember - I closed my eyes, my hair fell on my face.
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