I swear.
By the name of love.
By the name of destiny.
And by the name of the pride of a hardcore fan who has been thwarted time and again by a straying plot—
Today, I will win.
It has been one week since the tragedy of the love letter that turned into a military tax report.
A full week of me staring at the ceiling, questioning the meaning of my life and my purpose in this world.
A full week of me cursing the author—internally, externally, even in between bites of my biscuits.
My curse remains the same: why would the author give such a character and such rotten romantic luck to my Tristan? My favorite character, the light of my life in my previous existence.
But stay calm, stay calm. Remember... I am Liliane von Hohenberg. A Lady who is incredibly cute and filled with the energy of kindness and purity.
Today, I declare...
I rise.
Like a phoenix. A phoenix that has consumed far too much sweet tea and spite.
Location: same.
Time: same.
