"A little bit. I already miss him."
"I know but you’ll see that time will pass quickly."
"I hope," I answer, looking at the clock. "I'm going to get ready. In an hour, I have to go to see an office."
"I’ve heard that you’ll follow in your father's footsteps and enter politics."
"No, Alice. Politics is not my thing. I’ll work for some nonprofit that needs a lawyer, and I’ll open my own law firm."
"Excellent decision. Does he know?"
"No, but he has already played enough with my life," I tell her, going to my room.
I send my plans to the guards. I send them to Alice, too.
I put on a skirt and a blouse, along with high heels, and go down to the kitchen.
While I'm drinking my coffee, I send an email to Nathan.
* Dear husband,
You could have told me we have guards. Alice moved in with us, but I think you already know that.
Take care, and I love you.
Isabel *
I keep my mind busy throughout the day. It’s difficult to not think about Nate. We’ve had little time together but despite everything, our moments are unique and important. I can't believe we're married.
"Mrs. Weister?" The real estate agent brings me back to the present.
"Excuse me, Mr. Landlon. I was trying to imagine the office. I like it, but I would like more space. Would it be possible to tear down this wall, thus expanding this office?"
"Yes, that can be done."
"Perfect."
"Great. It's in a great location and easy to reach, plus it has reserved parking, which is gold for chaotic London. The owner would like to sell it but he's also open to renting it out."
"This is great news, but renting it is not an option. You can prepare the contract and call me as soon as you have it ready."
"Great, I’ll do that."
"Well, then. Thank you for your time and for finding me the perfect studio."
"Thank you, Mrs. Weister. Good day. I'll get back to you as soon as possible."
"Thanks. Have a nice day."
I leave the building happy, like I’ve finally taken the reins of my life.
"Mrs. Weister, where are we going now?" asks my guard Derek, scaring me. I haven't gotten used to having the guards around yet.
"We have to go to this address," I tell him, handing him the business card. While doing research, I discovered the WAVC, the Woman's Anti-Violence Center, which welcomes and assists women who have suffered threats, abuse, and much more. I offered them my consultation for free and they were happy with it. I know what it means to trust those who say they love you and then get beaten up. Not everyone can understand that the fault is not theirs.
When I arrive in front of the office, I see some reporters lurking but Derek takes care of them. Paparazzi are really annoying. I wish I could get rid of them forever.
"Mrs. Weister, it's nice to have you here." Helen Fairlane, the director of the center, greets me.
