His smile, indelible, fails to hide the emotion.
A tremor distorts his voice slightly when announcing the news, "I was however prepared".
Installed in the middle of one of the courts of the cozy squash club of Montmartre (Paris XVIII), in front of an audience of relatives, Camille Serme delivers, this Tuesday morning, one of the most difficult parts of her career.
The last !
This time the microphone has replaced the thin racket in the Cristolienne's hand.
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