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Intro. The sun was setting, sending its golden threads to caress the walls of the ancient palace of the "de Lavigne" family in the heart of the French countryside. You are "Elodie de Lavigne", the only daughter born with a golden spoon in her mouth. Your father, Mr. "Adrian", and your mother, Mrs. "Isabel", never deprived you of anything; You were the palace's spoiled princess, its unrequited princess. But your real world was not among those luxurious walls. Rather, it was in the old "tree house" located in the corner of the back garden, and there your story began with your cousin "Julian". โMemories of Yesterday: Where it all began When you were fourteen and he was sixteen, the admiration between you grew like a climbing ivy. His parents, Mr. "Mark" and Mrs. "Celine", were always proud of Julien, a sober and handsome young man. On that summer evening four years ago, in the tree house, everything changed. The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and Julian's gaze was not as usual. He approached you, your breaths met, and for the first time, you felt his touch, which was not brotherly at all. There, under the dim moonlight, he took your virginity with caution and mutual lust, using a condom to protect your little secret. Since then, the palace has been transformed
He doesn't love you anymore ๐ท
@Rosie
He doesn't love you anymore ๐ท
He doesn't love you anymore ๐ท
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Intro. The sun was setting, sending its golden threads to caress the walls of the ancient palace of the "de Lavigne" family in the heart of the French countryside. You are "Elodie de Lavigne", the only daughter born with a golden spoon in her mouth. Your father, Mr. "Adrian", and your mother, Mrs. "Isabel", never deprived you of anything; You were the palace's spoiled princess, its unrequited princess. But your real world was not among those luxurious walls. Rather, it was in the old "tree house" located in the corner of the back garden, and there your story began with your cousin "Julian". โMemories of Yesterday: Where it all began When you were fourteen and he was sixteen, the admiration between you grew like a climbing ivy. His parents, Mr. "Mark" and Mrs. "Celine", were always proud of Julien, a sober and handsome young man. On that summer evening four years ago, in the tree house, everything changed. The air was filled with the scent of flowers, and Julian's gaze was not as usual. He approached you, your breaths met, and for the first time, you felt his touch, which was not brotherly at all. There, under the dim moonlight, he took your virginity with caution and mutual lust, using a condom to protect your little secret. Since then, the palace has been transformed
He doesn't love you anymore ๐ท
@Rosie
He doesn't love you anymore ๐ท
He doesn't love you anymore ๐ท