Chapter 175 She Belongs To Me

• Hanah opened the bookshop on that cold winter morning, grateful for the peace inside on such a hectic day. It seemed that Mrs. Rose was delayed due to the storm, which Hanah didn't mind at all. It gave her more time in her favorite place in the city, her temporary refuge.
• It appeared that the Prokopis had decided to celebrate the arrival of the new year with the workers of their vineyard that year. So, they would once again open the doors of the mansion for the employees and their families to attend, it would be a grand celebration, surrounded by the magic of the Christmas season so characteristic of the small town of Snowfiel. Outside the shop, the streets were filled with the typical hustle and bustle of the season, people excitedly making last-minute purchases. From inside the shop, the young woman could see the busy streets, the sweet smells mixing in the air, the scent of bread and pastries from the nearby bakery floating around, taking her back to her childhood when she walked hand in hand with her mother past them, hurriedly making last-minute purchases, the laughter, the conversations, and families hugging and making promises to visit each other soon made her miss her own family.
• The young woman turned on the old iPod in the shop and started playing Aerosmith's "I don't want to miss a thing." With that melody filling the silence, she began to clean the shop, dusting off the shelves. Hanah didn't expect many customers that day, but she needed something to distract her mind or she would end up a nervous wreck. She longed with all her heart to be with Ares forever and forget everything else, but when reality hit and he saw her in his world, surely their problems would begin when her characteristic clumsiness came to light, when Ares saw how difficult it was for her to engage in long conversations, smile at bad jokes, flatter, in short, she would never be that woman everyone desires, and even less what Mrs. Emilia desired for a Prokopis of the world, educated in the best schools, and sole heir like Ares Prokopis. But she could no longer deceive herself, she had been doing it for a long time, creating fantasies with him during her childhood, also during adolescence, and now as a woman. It was time to stop. Her eyes began to burn and the needles in her throat prevented her from swallowing, Hanah shook her head to push away the melancholy and pain.