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13th of June, 1920.
Cosette tried to recall everything that has happened for some few months ago.
It's been about five months since she divorced him, and four months since she finally met Louisette after years of being not able to.
Louisette was so kind to her and they called and wrote to each other when they were both too busy to visit each other.
She also agreed to accompany her to concerts and parties and events, and when the people there said they'll be a good couple, both of them will blush, and Cosette will giggle shyly.
But why did I giggled? Cosette thought. Do I have feelings for her? I do not, I definitely do not.
"Mama, why aren't you eating your dinner?" Aurelie's voice returned Cosette back to reality. "Nothing. Just some thoughts," she replied.
It must've been the wine she drank in the evening, Cosette thought. After she brushed her teeth and tucked Aurelie in to her bed, Cosette lied on her bed.
She thought sleeping will stop those thoughts, but no. All she can think of is Louisette, how they met at that dinner party, how kind she was to her, how pretty she is...
How much she adores Louisette.
Cosette had gave up, accepting the fact that she, indeed, has romantic feelings for her friend. But she's afraid, what if Louisette started to avoid her if she knows?
I'll try to keep this a secret, Cosette swore to herself, before she fell asleep at last.