Anthonie quietly sat at the table.
Leaned on the edge of the table and folded his legs.
"I've been using it for years. Indeed, I specially made it custom. But, I like the smell. It's like reflecting my personality. Then, what do you think?"
Looked at those beautiful eyes and face.
Monna wondered to herself, why should that question be asked for her?
Indeed, it was Monna who first provoked the question. But, she needed an answer. And not a return question.
"Yes. It smells very good. I love it,"
Even though it shouldn't come from you!
Monna thought in disappointment.
Then volunteered to go out first. Ignored all of her silly thoughts that Anthonie was Belhart.
Don't be stupid, Monna! It wasn't possible and impossible.
Monna then immersed herself in work.
It was the only thing she could do most to dispel disturbing thoughts. How to get her back into the novel. And continued her life there as Cattarina.
