EPILOGUE

The return to Monaco was smooth and the days are passing quickly. I'm feeling much better. Therapy has helped me a lot to deal with these traumas in a way that doesn't interfere with my present or future. My diet has improved by 80%. I've been able to eat on my own, without the constant worry that I'm going to die at any moment. Dom has helped me every day. He doesn't try food anymore, but sometimes he shares his with me, because, somehow, we've got used to it. It's like a ritual, one of our moments together. Meals are important to us.

Next week, we're finally going to Disney, and I'm so excited to see Mickey! After everything that happened in that house, we decided it was time to look for another one. For now, we're staying in Tourette's while we finalize the purchase of our house. Both contracts were torn up by Dom. We don't need a piece of paper to create our own rules, and we're getting along just fine in our own way.

My pets that Berta brought, Euros and Dollar, have been getting on very well with Dom, even better than I had imagined. There's still a bit of resistance with Bia, but to my surprise, the cat conquered her space faster than I did on Dominique's bed. Looking back now, everything that happened doesn't seem real. It's as if I'd lived a whole year in just three months. This stability is scary. I'm so happy that the fear of something going wrong still haunts me.

The nightmares are still persistent, but it's a great relief to wake up and realize that I'm at home, safe, with Dom by my side. I've decided to open a consultancy studio. Fashion is my chosen field and, frankly, it suits me very well.

Blanca still has complications with her liver and is fighting a war with the "secret daddy" who insists on not revealing it to me. Geez! It's absurd! Vlad tried to get around the situation, but it can't be a good thing. Maybe he's a madman? It's always good to know.

Dominique's friends are recovering from what happened to Lohan, a tragedy that left deep scars on all of us. Maurice is still as insufferable as ever, but he doesn't resent me... Simon has set a wedding date. Louis is quiet and single, with no intention of changing. Pierre is committed to finding a girlfriend with all the possible prerequisites. And then, this morning, I received the jaw-dropping news: Eva has moved in with Thierry!

Of course, this was against her will, as Jean discovered that Charles was not his son. Jean's betrayal was also exposed by Eva, all in one night. When Eva went to Tourette to fight Dominique, we already knew that it was he who had revealed everything to Jean. Dom said that it was high time Thierry took over this "bombshell" and he confirmed to anyone who would listen that he was the one who had told her everything, without letting the photos go. Chaos is rife downstairs. The Le Blanc family is at war, the phones keep ringing, and Dom and I are up here, calm, about to parachute down.

The helicopter flies over a landscape that seems straight out of a dream. Down below, the Mediterranean Sea spreads out like a turquoise carpet, reflecting the golden rays of the sunset in warm tones. The sky is a spectacle itself. It's so pleasant to feel free in this immensity. Inside the helicopter, the sound of the engine vibrates in the air, competing with the wind that invades the interior, ruffling my hair.

Dom adjusts his equipment, giving me a gray look full of provocation and intensity, the kind that drives me crazy and makes my heart race. He steps forward, leaning towards me as I put my hair up in a ponytail. With steady hands, he adjusts the straps of my outfit, making sure everything is in place.

I feel the warmth of his body and inhale his perfume, my heart racing. I stand on tiptoe, wrapping my arm around his neck. He grabs my face and his mouth meets mine. It's as if the world collapses around us. His lips advance on mine, starting slowly, teasing. He nibbles my upper lip, drawing a gasp from me. My heart explodes in a frantic beat, and not just from the adrenaline of the jump. It's because I'm in the best place in the world with the best person.

I hear the sound of the propeller turning outside, and the strong wind blows against my face. Then, with a sudden impulse, I take off my equipment. I throw it aside, the straps falling to the floor of the helicopter. Dom looks at me in surprise, raising an eyebrow, his gaze intensifying, trying to understand what I'm doing. I keep my eyes fixed on his. 

“Will you catch me?”

He smiles with desire.

“Always”, that's what he says, full of certainty.