The Butler's Princess

Chapter 15 : News for her

The early morning light filtered through the small window of Anna's apartment, casting a warm glow over the modest furnishings. Elodie sat on the edge of her bed, clutching her stomach, feeling the familiar wave of nausea wash over her. For the past few mornings, she had been experiencing these symptoms, and today, she decided to face her fears and find out the truth.

Anna, ever the supportive friend, had already gone out to purchase a pregnancy test. When she returned, she handed it to Elodie with a reassuring smile. "Whatever the result, we'll figure this out together."

Elodie nodded, her hands trembling as she took the test. She disappeared into the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. A few minutes later, she emerged, her face pale and eyes wide.

"It's positive," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Anna hugged her tightly, offering comfort and strength. "You're going to be okay, Elodie. We'll get through this."

Elodie sank into a chair, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. She was going to have Dillon's child, but she still hadn't revealed her true identity to him. She feared how he would react, especially now that she was carrying his baby.

"I have to tell him," Elodie said finally, her voice trembling. "He deserves to know."

Anna nodded, her expression serious. "You do. But you need to do it soon. He comes to the cafe every day. You can't keep hiding."

Elodie took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. "You're right. I'll tell him tomorrow."

The next day, Elodie arrived at La Belle Époque with a sense of determination. She wore the mask as usual, but today it felt heavier, knowing she would soon remove it. She went through her shift, serving customers and watching the door, waiting for Dillon to appear.

But as the hours passed, Dillon didn't show up. Elodie's heart sank, disappointment creeping in. She tried to focus on her work, telling herself he might just be busy and would come the next day.

The following day, and the day after that, Elodie waited, but Dillon still didn't come. Each passing day without him felt like a heavy blow, and the hope she had clung to began to wane. She sat by the window after her shifts, staring out at the bustling streets, her heart aching with regret.

One evening, as Elodie and Anna returned to their apartment, Elodie broke down in tears. "I should have told him from the start. Now he's gone, and I might never see him again."

Anna hugged her tightly, trying to offer comfort. "You did what you thought was best at the time. We can't change the past, but we can figure out what to do next."

Elodie wiped her tears, feeling a sense of resolve. "I have to find him. Even if he doesn't come to the cafe, I can't give up. I have to tell him everything."

Anna nodded, her expression determined. "We'll find him, Elodie. We'll do whatever it takes."

With renewed determination, Elodie began to search for Dillon in every corner of Paris. She asked around for any information, and left messages at the places he might frequent. Days turned into weeks, but Elodie refused to give up hope.

One evening, as she sat by the Seine, watching the city lights reflect on the water, she whispered a silent prayer. "Please, let me find him. He deserves to know."

And as the stars twinkled above, Elodie felt a glimmer of hope. She wouldn't give up. She would find Dillon and tell him the truth, no matter how long it took.