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[private journal entry]
One month of this new year has already come and gone. But it certainly has ended far better than it began. Mira has returned, not only to Paris, but also to La Jarretière, and I can't describe how happy this makes me. There are, of course, complications accompanying her return. Most noticeably of which is her marital status. But she is an adult, and I have no say in her decisions. I was sure I had lost her for good, so I suppose I should be grateful that she has returned at all. But, to make matters worse, Marcel will now not speak with me, as he is terribly angry over no longer having a chance at La Jarretière. He can be such a fussy old queen; I hope he will come to his senses. I should pay him a visit next week... with Javier. He always did have an eye for pretty boys.
Elijah and I celebrated his birthday the other day. Mira was good enough to cover for me that night, and I was able to focus all of my attention on mon cheri. It was wonderful. After an indulgent morning of bathing and bedsport, we dined downstairs and watched the shows. I was even able to coax him out onto the dance floor for a little while. He had been hesitant at first, but after a few glasses of wine he didn't seem to mind the looks we received. We retired to my suite very late, and were almost too tired and tipsy to make love. But we did, slow and sweetly, and fell asleep tangled together. I think Elijah appreciated the gift of my attention more than anything I gave him that day. Perhaps if I make more of an effort to spend time with him, it will take away his desires to seek another's embrace. It's the best I can do to keep him mine.
But Elijah is here with me, Mira has returned, business is strong, and I can only hope that this next month will be as good as this one has turned out to be. I feel changes coming up. Like a shift in the weather. I don't know what, but whatever they are, they will be big.
One month of this new year has already come and gone. But it certainly has ended far better than it began. Mira has returned, not only to Paris, but also to La Jarretière, and I can't describe how happy this makes me. There are, of course, complications accompanying her return. Most noticeably of which is her marital status. But she is an adult, and I have no say in her decisions. I was sure I had lost her for good, so I suppose I should be grateful that she has returned at all. But, to make matters worse, Marcel will now not speak with me, as he is terribly angry over no longer having a chance at La Jarretière. He can be such a fussy old queen; I hope he will come to his senses. I should pay him a visit next week... with Javier. He always did have an eye for pretty boys.
Elijah and I celebrated his birthday the other day. Mira was good enough to cover for me that night, and I was able to focus all of my attention on mon cheri. It was wonderful. After an indulgent morning of bathing and bedsport, we dined downstairs and watched the shows. I was even able to coax him out onto the dance floor for a little while. He had been hesitant at first, but after a few glasses of wine he didn't seem to mind the looks we received. We retired to my suite very late, and were almost too tired and tipsy to make love. But we did, slow and sweetly, and fell asleep tangled together. I think Elijah appreciated the gift of my attention more than anything I gave him that day. Perhaps if I make more of an effort to spend time with him, it will take away his desires to seek another's embrace. It's the best I can do to keep him mine.
But Elijah is here with me, Mira has returned, business is strong, and I can only hope that this next month will be as good as this one has turned out to be. I feel changes coming up. Like a shift in the weather. I don't know what, but whatever they are, they will be big.