But if it was real, would it ever work again?
Ariadne smiled sadly.
- I doubt it. A few moments that change a life. For better or for worse.
Ariadne was never aware that she had returned home, that she had gotten rid of her beautiful dress that her stranger loved so much, and that now meant nothing. She didn't even remember going to bed. No doubt, she ended up falling asleep at some point because a slight rustling woke her up.
It was Tia, her housekeeper, again, who had helped her wake up. But this time she felt even weaker and more tired than if she had not slept.
Straightening up wearily, Ariadne finally sat up and looked at the housekeeper who was standing next to the window whose curtains she had just drawn and smiled kindly at her.
- Good morning Miss Lane.
- Good morning, Tia. She ran a light hand over her tired face, trying to soothe her desperate longing.
