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Chapter 39: Bouquet of Hyacinths
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Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 40: Mourning in the Canvas
There was a story, more like a folk song, that talked about a couple in love. So, so passionate that they took the whole story about "not that death do us part" seriously. Poor. Artemisia and the boy went to the garden, walked to that nucleus of life and observed that natural beauty. The girl wondered if Monet could paint such beauty. But then she realized, where did the girl know Monet from? Kim radiated a sense of calm, but it felt like a storm was going on in those 150 centimeters of distance between them. In any case, Artemisia still felt that there was something wrong. She tried to find looking at the blurry landscape of trees and horizon, looked in the flowers that were colorful and monochromatic at the same time. She searched, even though she was standing in the middle of the garden. The young woman turned her face to Kim, hoping somehow that he would also feel that there was something strange about that place. It all looked so perfect, beautiful and the way that... That sh
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 41: Lobby in the late afternoon
By the end of that afternoon that the young woman spent with Lord Kim, the flowers seemed to have lost their luster, the scent of them had become so subtle that Artemisia no longer felt that freshness of the garden. But she tried not to talk too much about it. Artemisia entered the mansion through the dispensary door, not remembering how, but knew those corridors that made the house's skeleton. A shelter for kittens who were left homeless during storms and winters. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ The girl walked as if she was already part of all that construction, there was something that called her into the buildings. Deeper and deeper into the mansion, digging that huge pit in the hill. Music played softly through the skeleton of the mansion, guiding the girl further and further into that dream. They were piano notes, crying beautifully over that place. The notes told a story, decadent and horrible story. But even though she was clear as a candle, Artemisia did not understand what she
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 42: Path of hydrangeas
The girl walked the hallways, the ones that were known to everyone in the mansion, from the residents to the employees. Those corridors that seemed more part of the house's surface, the ones that were easily accessible. You did not have to be very adventurous to find them, not least because they were obvious paths to any room. She walked according to the instructions Helga had given her. It was something about where the shelves would be, which books to jump and which to hide. To be honest, Artemisia understood very little of what the maid was saying, but either way, the girl still decided she would follow those instructions. Things still seemed wrong and time was proving to be the biggest mistake of that situation. "There is a beautiful path of hydrangeas painted on the wall that will guide the way." Artemisia wanted to close her eyes when she heard Helga's soft voice sound like music in the girl's mind. She soon realized that in the second hallway near the first-floor guest ro
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 43: It was a very funny house
Artemisia felt battered. But what bothered her wasn't that her mother told her it was a mistake that the girl was alive. No. Something deep in her chest said that the woman was right, that life was a greater gift to her that she should receive. Accompanying that I see a memory, something a little painful, but it was real. As much as the girl tried to understand what she was told that other memory was an unknown she couldn't decipher. But the girl couldn't worry about it, not when her mother could convince everyone that her daughter was going crazy, which Artemisia didn't doubt, and that it would be necessary to take her to a place that was well cared for. Artemisia knew her mother had never liked her, but the idea of the woman interning her without more or less, at least for her, was a little too crude. Anyway, if the girl questioned whether or not people were going to make their mistakes, she would go crazy a lot faster than she was starting to get used to. Another memory sto
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 44: Served?
She did not remember falling asleep, let alone the moment she woke up. It seemed that her day had started with breakfast, at a somewhat long table with five chairs, beautiful fruit and pasta the height of an expensive restaurant. As the second Artemisia passed, she was able to understand well who was at the table and where they were. At both ends were her fathers, at the first, near the window, was the mother, at the second, near the door, was the father. It was something like an ancient tradition that fell on families. The first end, that of the window, was the place of the mother, since the dreams of the women and the connection with the night opened the eyes of the people of the house. At the end near the door was the father, since he had more connection with the day, the adventure under the sunlight, and that opened the doors of life. It was a bit confusing, but Artemisia loved some traditions and this one was in the same way. Already in the other chairs of the table, under t
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 45: Navy blue book
Artemisia was tired of being unhappy in that mansion. She was beginning to wonder if it was worth leaving that place, fleeing away from Gaul and that family like a thorn bush. She wanted to be able to live at least once in her life. But at the same time as she thought that, the young woman sank into the covers and duvets of the bed, asking herself if she should do something to change that miserable existence. It hadn't. So, Artemisia decided to read the books she had picked up in the library. The book the young woman decided to read was the navy blue cover. It was still weird to hold that book, the "shadows" of aquatic reflections were a little hard to understand, it reminded her of all that seasonal feeling from the day before. The young woman stopped to think a little about it, about that supposed "day before". She forced her own mind, as if squeezing an orange, just to know how the previous day had ended, but she had no answer. Nothing. There was just nothing. The only real
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 46: Absinthe child
"Do you understand what I meant by this dear memory album of ours, sister?" Myrtle asked by running her finger over the leather cover of the album. Artemisia just sighed, trying to undo that painful knot that was forming inside her. It was as if the veins of the heart were twisting at such sadness. "No, sister..." She felt like sitting down, but just kept standing. No matter what impact would be played against the young woman, falling was useless. "You're so insignificant to our parents, especially Mom. You don't even have a name of one of our grandmothers, or our dear aunt who cared for Dad when Grandma died." The woman stood up like a queen, majestically in that damn sky blue dress. "There's no picture of you, there's no notes on how you grew up happy and healthy. It doesn't." If the young woman could throw herself out of the window, she would. "That doesn't mean anything." Artemisia said with the shred of desire she had left to continue that conversation. "Exactly! You me
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 47: Voices
Time passed without Artemisia noticing. The world outside her room seemed to be continued to live as fast as it normally would. When the young woman decided, she was going to go out for a walk, the mansion looked like somewhere else. The windows were closed and almost all with the curtains covering them, the luminosity coming from the daylight was dimmer and a little grayish. The icy breeze that slammed into the girl's body was enough for her to come back and put a coat over her dress. As she descended the stairs, Artemisia noticed the noise of life in the mansion. On the third floor, it was difficult to see the movement of the employees and even their parents or sisters. In parts it was scary to be alone there, but most of the time the girl felt relieved not to be tormented several times a day, just when the employees went to clean that floor. There was also no way Artemisia could be scared to be alone on the third floor since that was her fourth since ... Since a long time. The
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