AU where Pierrette tries to escape from the ghost of Gaby's love, and perhaps she find someone who can help her out of the mess her life has become... or make it even worse.... This someone is not other than, Miriam Blaylock.
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"We went into it together, and we're coming out at the end together. It's straight down the line for both of us, remember?"
After Marcel's death, after her failed romance with Gaby ...
Oh Gaby, just thinking about her brought a bittersweet taste in Pierrette, she had been fooling herself for too long, believing that it was a mere physical attachement, after all, whom in their right mind would not be attracted to Gaby?
But now as she boarded her plane to America, to the land of freedom, the lie broke inside her, it was never about something physical, she had been in love of that irritating woman from the first moment her eyes fell on the blonde.
After having obtained the pleasure of finally kissing her, she knew that Gaby was the irremediable owner of her volatile heart, there was nothing to do about it, just flee as far as possible with the timid hope that distance and time would bring sanity in her emotions.
If there was one thing Pierrette would never admit, it was being insecure. But she was, more than ever before in her life.
In a whole new world, all by herself, it was the scariest thing of all, she had always had someone to rely on it, Chanel at times, knowing that Gaby was there it had been a balsam in dark moments, but now, she found herself with not even her own language by her side.
New York was the first and only choice she had had, she was sure it could only be there where she could be start all over again, bit by bit, she would find her voice again.
She hadn't a clue of what was in store for her.
Hold your breath, Pierrette ... She's coming ...
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Miriam and John stood in a cavernous ballroom that was heavily scented with morose colognes intermingling with food aromas of cleverly composed yet quickly dwindling canapé trays.
Both stunning blond hair, they were elegantly dressed in evening formal wear. They stood near a wall offset from the main crowd who were busy mingling with one another drinking, conversing and eating.
