The gathering was a complete disaster. I would be surprised if not when the family gathers together. There's always something arising, including those funerals.
Bound miserable.
But something good happens; I never looked at anyone or someone like that from that day. Since I have been, my visions are back...
Who possibly would have thought? A very simple young woman from La Vie en Restaurant that night.
I remember I have no idea what it looks like... including how I felt every time I visited that place she was working...
Who would have thought? She is a very cool chick, and I melt. I didn't have the chance to talk to her last night; it's a shame...
It's supposed to be a double celebration for me, and I wanted to share it with her...but I didn't; rather, I took her handkerchief and smelled the perfume I gave...
I'm smiling that I don't know why...
* * *
"Miss Orianna, I'm sorry if I may hinder your morning thoughts, but she's here. I guess she's cooking for you today..."" "Nilde informed Orianna, and she gave a heads-up, and she smiled excitedly.
"Ugh... My head... Last night was a f*ck, also this hangover," she grumbles.
Nilde took some medicine for her headache and placed it on the nightstand with a glass of water.
"Why is it, Nilde, that butterflies are so elusive, yet it will make your stomach so much delight? Is that love or infatuation... or just loving someone to be with someone? I don't get it.
"I guess they called that diverse feeling 'miss," Nilde said, opening those big curtains and allowing the sunrise and morning breeze to come in.
Curtains start dancing in the room filled with fresh air, as well as thoughts, revealing in Orianna's head.
Sexual content and pornographic material things belong to history and literature...
I may pleasure women but not have literal sex with them like Aya, my cousin...
Orianna's impressions, messing with her head.
"I'm not an expert, miss, but on that matter, the only thing I knew the significance for me is simple: if you love, you allow yourself to be vulnerable with someone like I did to Roman," Nilde said, which made Orianna fasten her wandering feelings.
She looked at Nilde picking several clothes off the floor, scattered shoes, neckties, and undergarments. Including wine glasses and several bottles on the floors.
"None of that; I felt Nilde none of that I feel existed... I only listen to their experiences,, "Orianna replied, jumping out of her bed and stretching her hands towards the patio.
"So what is it? Now you have your visions back; then what, miss? " Nildee paused and took a look at her.
"I am enthralled by her but not sexually; I always searched her scent... I always do... It gives me thrill and and com... "Orianna confesses, like she's talking freely like her mother with no judgments; Nilde only smiles, blushing.
"I may have a little experience, miss, but that word maybe fits; I don't like to use this term and words. Uh? I'm sorry, I think you were being obsessed with her the first time you saw her."
Orianna paused.
"She's a well-reserved, well-mannered woman with tattoos on her skin. I may not know her that much, but for me, she is worth taking chances, Nilde said.
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