Christelle Dabos

In the dusk, through a corridor of crimson-turning clouds, the moon already stood out, like a china plate, against the mauve backcloth of the sky.

Here, before you, I predict that your husband’s will is going to shatter against yours

Now that she was finally at leisure to read it, she no longer dared to open it. She felt terribly nervous. Was Thorn going to announce his imminent arrival to her? He was perfectly capable of waiting until the morning of the wedding to suddenly appear in front of the altar, a pile of files under each arm.