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“Oh, Carmen!” I hug Carmen, feeling so grateful, immensely grateful. “Thank you! So much!” I want to cancel the interviews I have and immediately start looking for a cook, or not even that.I can cook myself, at least until I go back to college.Anything, anything, for the certainty that my daughter will be well taken care of.
“But you know Bella won’t be able to stay home forever, right? At some moment she will need to go to school…”
“It’s still a long time before this moment, she will be four years now, until then, we will already be more prepared.”
“We?”
“Yes! Bella and I!”
“Are you telling me that the girl who asks about the day-care every day isn’t ready?” The smile on her face makes it clear that no matter what I answer, she knows the truth.
“What can I say? I’m too young!” I use her own words to justify myself, and we both laugh.
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The touch on my shoulder, although soft, scares me, and I jump, screaming, almost knocking the notebook to the floor.My headphones are suddenly lowered, and I hear Marcos’s voice.
“Easy! It’s me, Antonella!” Standing, I rest my arms outstretched over the kitchen island as I struggle to regain control of my breathing.Goddamn it, what the fuck! “Here...” he says, I raise my head and find a glass of water extended towards me. I take it. I take small sips.My chest goes up and down at a fast pace, I close my eyes again, it was a fucking scare.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you...”
“It’s... ok...” My breathless speech disagrees with my words, and I open my eyes, finally seeing the cause of my heart attack, half-naked again.Marcos wears only checkered pajamas shorts, which leaves much to the imagination of a woman who was alone at three in the morning, watching banking law videos.
“That’s because you didn’t hear yourself scream,” he says, and I laugh. It was loud, I know it was, and God forbid it woke up Isabella.
“I didn’t really expect anyone to touch me, and I was very distracted.I thought it might be an intruder, I’m sorry...”
“I’m the wrong one here, Antonella.But I called you, when I realized you couldn’t hear me, I thought touch would be the best approach, clearly, I was wrong...”
“I was studying...” I point to the materials on the table.
“This late?”
“I lost sleep and started studying, but then I felt hungry and went downstairs to eat...I brought things and stayed here...” Marcos shakes his head, agreeing, and his eyes turn away from my face, going down my body, and I think because of the notebook that was in front of me, only now does he realize what I’m wearing. Holy shit!I know that, for sure, only now do I realize what I’m wearing. Damn!
When I left the room wearing only a babydoll, I had no intention of staying in the kitchen like that, but I got lost, paying attention to class, and completely forgot why it was so important for me to go back to my room.Well, it seems the universe has decided to remind me, and this reminder, Marcos’ gaze, seems to mark my skin with iron and fire.
It’s the same look that was on his face yesterday when he found me in my bikini in the kitchen.I swear I’m not trying to tease the man, because at every such meeting, I feel just as tempted to do something and frustrated that I can’t do it as frequently as he does.I mean, how am I supposed to stay immune to the urge to make all the fantasies I’ve ever had with this man come true when he looks at me like that? It’s impossible, simply impossible.
I run my tongue over my lips and immediately realize that this was a bad choice, because Marcos’ eyes accompany it, inch by inch, as it moistens my thin skin.All the things he’d like to do to me.I can almost see the images being created by his brain.All the things I’d like to do with him... I wonder if he can see my thoughts too?
I feel my cheeks and neck heat up, as well as a very specific spot between my legs, I feel myself getting wet under his gaze, and I know I won’t be able to sleep without masturbating tonight.An image sneaks up behind my eyes, I touch myself, my legs completely bare as Marcos watches me...
Damn! Fuck!
“I was just going upstairs,” I say, leaving the glass on the counter and picking up the computer. “Good night, Marcos.”
“You were...” I don’t expect him to complete the answer.Not when I feel my entire body burn, even if it was within a foot away of me.Without looking back, I leave the kitchen, wondering if tomorrow, when I wake up, I will remember it as a dream or as reality.
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“Wha-what?” I stammer, looking at the dress hanging before me without being able to believe that my eyes are not playing a trick on me. “Thi-this is the...” My voice fails before I have a chance to finish the sentence, and a tear runs warm down my face.
Grazi holds my man, and I turn to her. Always her. God, if one day I can repay just a little bit of what she’s done and continues to do for me...
“An auction,” she answers my question. “You spent years telling me you’d marry on this dress, Nel. I would never let it be any different, you’ve had too many stolen dreams.” I run my tongue over my lips and look away in a futile attempt to control my emotions, because the next instant, I hug her and cry like a child, thanking God that this is an exclusive enough store for us to be left alone.
With my back to the dress, eyes closed, I’m still able to describe it perfectly.Lace, organza and silk blend into an unbelievable complexity of fabric and embroidery.It’s not white, at least not all of it.The rosé organza lining is covered with lace and silk, giving a sophisticated and original look to the piece, which has a bodice only up to the waistline, and then opens into a fabric that clings to the curves of the body, smooth and light, but which appears to be heavy and fluid.
