Trust breathes trust… (S1 Ep.16-11)

Saturday, January 4

The day began early. Six and a half in the morning and we were all already up. One by one took its bath, then went to do the hair and the makeup.

We split the photo shoot into two phases. First, the pictures of the complete outfits were taken here closer, by the grasslands, with the animals and by the Lake. After leaving this stuff at home, we made a snack, refiled the bottles with water and went to the waterfall, enjoying the trail to the river for the pictures of bikinis and swimsuits. It was a very tiring day, but we had so much fun. Together the work done by Kat Rose Fashion completed itself.

For a moment, being so involved with the project made me forget all the problems. See Joan smile for girls, with everything being so good between us, made me question what I wrote. I know her, she wouldn't do anything that would hurt any of us. At least not intentionally. Every time it came to mind descriptions of my diary, I'd find an excuse for her actions and to me, that's a clue that something is not, definitely, well. I'm not the one who has to justify her actions! Maybe it was the fear of losing her friendship that contained me. However, knew that this duality in me would be worse than to confront her. Needed a final point in this story, I needed a certainty.

With the photos, to all the pieces, taken we returned home. The afternoon was at its middle and during a warm tea, we reviewed all the material done today. Exchanged suggestions for the catalogue and ideas for the show. The time passed by us so fast, when we realize it the night already had arrived with a starry sky.

Joan: Dianne, can we eat outside? The night is so beautiful, what do you say girls?!

Joan's words were like a wake-up call, one more day was ending and I haven't had the courage to tell her what I discovered. I looked her fearing the unknown, fearing that the reason which led her to change so much would break us apart. What we have is something very special, we're all so different, yet, in the midst of our difference, we found small features that bond between us as a chain effect recognizing the equality, for tinier that it may be. If she insisted on a lie I knew that this was our destiny. No friendship survive the lack of confidence.

Sofie: For me it’s okay.

Monic: For me, too.

Dianne: Of course! Would you pick up the blankets upstairs, please?

Joan: Sure.

Rose: I help you.

I climbed the stairs behind Joan, looking, from time to time, back, making sure that we weren't followed. I took a deep breath and with a short tone called for her.

Rose: Joan?!

Joan: Yes, Rose!

Rose: Who is Mikhael?!

Joan: Who... - Her look was haunted. With the sound of this name her smile disappeared.

Rose: I know you made me forget him.

Joan: How… You…

Rose: I know you're a witch. Do they know it too?

Joan: No, but…

Rose: Why did you make me forget him? Who is he? Is professor Seth, isn't it?

Joan: How do you know this? Please tell me! It is very important! Did someone talk to you?

Rose: Who else knows?

Joan: Where's your necklace? Did you take it out!

Rose: What? - I pulled the collar between the blouses, but I couldn't get it out of my neck, my mind wouldn't let me do it — Is here! What you did to me, Joan?

Joan: Come in, please! - Opened the door of the bathroom and indicated to me to go in.

Rose: You're going to make me forget again, aren't you? – I asked, fearing that she would do it. - Tell me, I will try to understand. Don't ruin our friendship like this.

Joan: How do you know about Mikhael? What do you remember?

Rose: I have a dream that repeats itself night after night. We are at the ball, dancing ... I can't see his face, but I know it's him. I know I was in love, but ... all I remember is a shadow. - Recalling my dream, the effort to trying to remember his traces made the twinges in my head return. The tears came for pain in my chest. - What could I have done to deserve such cruelty?

Joan: I did it to protect you, not to punish you.

Rose: Protect me from what?

Joan: You will be safer if you don't know. Please trust me!

Rose: Confidence breathe confidence, Joan. You can't even be honest with your best friends about what you are. How can we trust you? All I see are secrets.

Monic: Girls?! Joan? Rose? -Called from downstairs, next to this.

Rose: Yes!

Monic: The dinner is ready.

Joan: We're going down. – Said opening the door of the bathroom. - Rose, tell me how do you know what I am?

Rose: Please do not make me forget.

Joan: Tell me!

The twinkle in her eyes was so intense, I didn't mean to say it... It was as if I felt her in my mind, compelling me to reveal...

Rose: My diary …