ensitive, and this poem must have been such a torment for him! Plus your defending Monsieur Quenet at the club..."

"I''m sorry, dear Charlene, but I don''t think Raphael and I can have any further relationship," Edith hesitated as she spoke to her friend. "There is a lack of...spiritual resonance between us."

"I understand," Charlene took her friend''s hand. "But Edith, you don''t have to apologise to me! No matter who you choose, I sincerely bless you. Our friendship will never 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