Semua Bab Inevitable: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Do you know the definition of Free Will? Here's a reminder: it's the free, unconstrained will.What about Fate? 1. power that irrevocably determines the course of events. 2. All the events that make up the life of a human being (often considered as resulting from causes distinct from his will).Do you see what I'm getting at ? No ? One doesn't go with the other! And in my world, free will doesn't seem to be winning. Not for lack of trying! But I screwed up...TANYA- Good morning, darling! How are you this morning?- Fine, thanks, Mom," I mumbled as I ate breakfast, half-slumped on the table.- You don't look so good.- It's nothing, I've been having nightmares all night again...- I'm sorry, darling...She serves two cups of coffee and my father arrives as she places them on the table.- Hello, my loves!He kisses us both on the temple.- I've got some news that's going to make you happy, guess what?- Daddy! I'm not in the mood!- Your godfather's coming tonight.- Seriously?" I ask

Célia has designed several outfits for me, so she wants to find me the matching shoes. She takes me to a huge mall store I've never been in before. She knows it by heart, she could walk through it with her eyes closed. So she leads me through the aisles, trying on everything she can think of, explaining what she imagines she'll be wearing.I'm impressed by the sheer volume of purchases made for barely a hundred dollars. Even though Celia couldn't resist buying me stuff for the same amount I spent.- You're going to be a knockout with that! exclaims Célia on the way home.- Thanks, but you should never have spent so much!- If my parents would honor me with their presence once in a while, maybe I'd be more careful about what I spend... In the meantime, I do what I want," she says, angry with her parents. I've been raised by fifteen nannies and a wallet, and now I have to take responsibility!My feet are sore and I fall back onto the sofa.- So, my beauty, how was your day?" asks Godfat

I wake up with a terrible headache. Celia grunts beside me, signifying the same pain.- How do you put up with this every weekend?- Keep your voice down," she begs.I laugh at her remark, because quieter than that is telepathy. I drag myself out of the sheets, not without difficulty, and go down to the kitchen to get some paracetamol.I see that I'm still wearing my dress and shirt. I do what I didn't dare to do last night: smell the shirt for perfume.I'm so overwhelmed by this intoxicating scent, which reminds me of something without my being able to define what it is, that I have to take the time to sit down for a minute.I shake my head to clear my head, reminding myself of the migraine I'm having, and continue my descent.- Bonjour ma beauté," says parrain, handing me a glass that already contains the effervescent medicine.- Hello, godfather, thank you very much.- How was your evening?" he asks mischievously.

- I can't believe it!" exclaims Célia when I sit down at our table. I was beginning to think this would never happen!- You underestimate me, bitch.- Bitch.- I love you too.My nerves are on edge, the teacher's left us late and we've had a five-minute break! Célia and I rush down the corridors to the courtyard, where the boys are waiting for us. Mathis has his back to me, sitting on a low wall. I surprise him by wrapping my arms around him and placing a kiss on his cheek.- Hey, sweetheart," he says cheerfully.He's such a sweetie. He pulls me into his arms for a kiss and keeps me on his lap. Max is obviously upset, but I'm not going to apologize for getting attached to someone who's interested in me in every possible way.- Why are you so late?" asks Eli.- The philosophy teacher was sequestering us," says Celia.- I was afraid you'd changed your mind," Mathis whispers in my ear.- Why would I do that?-

I go back upstairs after my injection and grab my phone, which displays an unread message.-----------------------------------------------------------------Mathis :Hello, sweetheart. I know wecan't be together, but I miss youmiss you and I needknow how you're doing. Me:Hi sweetheart, it's good toto read you. Whatever we areI can't wait to see you. You make memiss you too.---------------------------------------------------------------Then I call James.- Hello, James?- Jamy?- Seriously, princess! I'm so happy to hear you call me that!I can hear him laughing and crying at the same time.- Do you remember him too?" he adds.- No, not really. I just made a few breadcrumb connections. Can we meet?- O