In the depths of the night, Vianne began to dream. She dreamed a child, a girl, small and stubborn and impulsive. A girl-child with dark hair but chestnut streaks, with brown eyes more deep set than her own. A girl-child with a will of her own from the day she was born, with a deep love for sea breezes ( Read more... )

So.... Vianne can usually guess a person's favorite chocolate, so long as they are in no way an enigma ( Read more... )

Hello, this is Vianne Rocher. Leave a message if you'd like to talk to me or my daughter, Anouk.