˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ ━ ☐ The serenpidity is the ability to make an unexpected discovery by chance. The serendipitist is the person who knows how to take advantage of unforeseen circumstances and, above all, does not allow chance to dominate them.
France, 1963...
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School courtyard, 8:19 AM
The December cold had settled over the town, leaving a thin layer of snow covering the sidewalks and rooftops of the houses. It was in this wintry setting that Lily-Rose returned to school after a week of absence.
She was dressed in a long winter coat, her usual elegance contrasting with the swirling snowflakes around her, and a warm scarf was carefully wrapped around her neck.
Joseph, who was nearby, noticed her arrival. She was heading towards her friends, who were sitting on a bench off to the side.
Annick approached her immediately and asked, "Lily-Rose, where have you been ? Everyone was wondering what happened to you."
She offered a forced smile to her friends.
Aware of the attention on her, she declared, "Oh, I'm sorry, girls, I was very sick. I spent the whole week in bed."
Her friends nodded understandingly. "Oh no, I hope you're feeling better now. We missed you," Simone said.
"Thank you, I'm already feeling a bit better. It's good to see you all again," she murmured before taking a seat with them on the bench.
"So, girls, do you already have plans for Christmas ?" Michèle began. "I'm going to my grandparents' house in the mountains. We always have an amazing Christmas there !"
"I'm staying home with my mom. We're going to have a big meal and then watch Christmas movies until we fall asleep in front of the fireplace," Annick explained, a slight smile on her lips.
"I'm jealous, Annick ! Christmas at our place is rather quiet," Simone chimed in before noticing Lily-Rose's silence. "And you ? Do you have anything special planned for Christmas ?" she asked.
She looked away, hesitant to share her feelings with her friends.
"Oh, well... my father and I... we celebrate Christmas simply," she replied. She didn't want to spoil her friends' cheerful mood, but she felt unable to hide the truth.
They exchanged glances before Simone apologized, "Oh Lily-Rose, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
Michèle added, "You know, we're here for you. If you ever need to talk or spend time with us during the holidays, don't hesitate."
"Well, why don't you come spend Christmas at my place this year ? My family would be delighted to have you, and it could be a wonderful opportunity to create new memories together."
Lily-Rose lowered her eyes gently, touched by her friend's generosity. She knew the invitation was sincere, but she couldn't help but feel some reluctance.
