Back to routine (S1 Ep.9-5)

Diane looked at him full of tenderness, wanted to hug him, cherish him, however, the promise she made to herself, that would never open her heart again, by words or gestures, hold her back. Mario approached her, grabbed Dianne's hand, kissed her and in a sweet tone said.

Mario: If you feel the same, don't hide it from me. I promise you will never hurt you again.

We were hiding behind the bushes. I know “we shouldn't ", but we had to make sure they would not kill each other. And the result of our ruse had been better than expected.

When we got back with the stuff we went to get it were both riding the bonfire. There was an exchange of glances in disguise, however, there were no words between them.

We ate, drank, danced, sang, was a joy, but the bigger joy was mostly to see two people who love each other, finally make peace, even if it was in their own secret! And their secret is safe with us ;)

Sunday, September 29

Take yesterday to get out of the routine it felt good, really good! Today I woke up completely relaxed and with a lot of desire to get hands-on work.

First thing in the morning review the calendar that Joan had done. Being today Sunday is the day to plan the week ahead.

After programming with detail everyday tasks, classes, study sessions, training and the home tasks, we had to fit in the spare time a schedule for our work on the project. The time was very scarce during the week we only had one to two hours at most by day to work on the pieces. On the weekends, we would have to restore all the late work.

I was aware that was a risky project, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to do.

Already envisioned the whole fashion show, the pieces, the decorations, the hairstyles and makeup, all the detail passed again and again by my mind. Wouldn't be in tranquility with myself if I did not try, if I didn't give myself the opportunity to realize this dream.

With that in mind, I went out to buy a blackboard and chalk. Posted it in the sewing room, right in front of the stairs, so every time I come up for work I would see which stage are we at.

This was the way I found to give me a morale boost and keep me oriented to the path I want to follow.

When I was in class I did not take with me any concern about the project, knew where we were and what we had to do. While returning home, eat a snack, made the homework and followed to the sewing room.

For two full weeks this was my routine. And at the end of these two weeks we had eleven of the forty-eight pieces ready. We were on schedule which meant that my concentration strategy was working. Not only with the project, as to keep me focused in the study. For a while now that I didn’t have weird dreams and the small talks I had with Joan and my mother, in the sewing room were about our work or about one or another event at school.

My mother, enjoyed, always, without exception, every day she came to help us to verify all our homework. And when I say all of it, believe me, it was all of it. But the real test would be the result of the first exame. If Joan or I took a low result, I could not continue to work on the project Kat Rose Fashion, in our project.