ever change."
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Edith returned home, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.
He''s in love with me! She silently repeated to herself.
Can I believe it? She thought over and over.
"So I can fall in love too!" The young girl stood in front of the mirror, examining her face and figure from every angle. "But just yesterday, I still felt I was a child!"
It is indeed natural for a girl like Edith to experience such state of mind.
She had grown up in a family life full of comfort and ease, the transition from childhood to □□hood had been a totally seamless process for her. The memories as a child did not appear to her distant or blurry.
It''s like raising a kid by your side, so you don''t marvel at her huge changes due to familiarity. Though she was attracted to Andre, she had never clearly realised the difference from that in her childhood. Until Charlene''s words became a turning point, suddenly awakening her heart: she had grown into a woman.
Edith began to compulsively search for her charming features in the mirror. "How incredible!"
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Edith unexpectedly received a note from Madame Roland inviting her for a chat.
Nervously, she sat down at the low table across from her idol, who looked aglow in a dark green velvet dress today.
Madame Roland greeted her warmly as usual, but Edith hoped inwardly that Madame would first bring up their previous argument.
"My dear, after you ran out of my house all at once last time, I have been thinking a lot," After some small talk, Madame Roland finally broached the subject.
Edith became serious at a draught.
"You are talented, Edith, and possess the rarest quality of compassion," Madame Roland smiled at her. "But have you ever considered this: is there some similarity between the noble Princess Lamballe, who died in the incident in September, and the suffering lower-class prostitutes you spoke of?"
Madame Roland didn''t say "September Massacre" this time, but Edith sensed the persuasive intent behind her beginning, tensing up immediately.
"Don''t look at me with that alertness, my child!" Madame Roland continued. "Marie Antoinette is subjected to far