Chapter 76:
Julie's Point of View
I put on white trousers made of a heavy fabric that draped with dignity, and a classic white shirt with buttons lined up strictly, then stepped into a pair of red high heels that stood out amidst the whiteness of my clothes like a bloodstain.
I stood before the mirror, pulling the comb through the strands of my hair with quick, steady strokes, trying to calm the noise in my head.
I looked at my reflection, fixing my gaze on my green eyes, saying in a faint hiss:
"Calm down, Julie... nothing happened, you are too smart to be manipulated by a woman like Olivia."
I recalled in my mind that day she saw me leaving his room; I remembered her looks that were burning with hatred, and I realized that from that moment,
she began to weave in her diseased imagination the threads of a story that never occurred.
I thought of his words, that bastard Robert, when he told me with disgusting coldness that he doesn't like virgins;
