Chapter Seventy One

Agatha stares out of the window, at the calmness of the country side, feeling things she never felt before. Up until now, small things like this never mattered to her; she never really cared about the littlest of beauty that nature provides. Three years ago, she almost cared for only a month, before returning to that classy bitch that she is.

But now, as she stands there inhaling the cool air that sweeps inside the room with a slow hum, she feels like she might just be born yesterday, appreciating the tiniest of details nature can offer one.

And this is not because she found someone like Augustus again, no. Louise is far from the person Augustus was that Agatha knows for. It is because of the sudden life changing discovery that she made that has her looking at things through a different perspective. Like she is looking everything from someone else eyes.

With her hand playing with the anklet around her neck, Agatha stares out of the window, watching a very sweaty Louise and Mario cutti