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“Something happened?”
“No... It’s just… Isabella misses day-care, and I can’t decide if I’m keeping her away for her or for me, I can’t understand if this really is the best choice for her, and... Oh, God!” She interrupts herself. “And you really don’t need to hear me talk about any of this,” she concludes.
I open my mouth, but I don’t say anything.She’s right, I don’t really need it, but I find myself wanting it.I shouldn’t, should I? I decide not to think about it.
“I want to...”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I nod, confirming my words.Ellafrowns, before doing the same, as if she also needed this confirmation.
“I have no idea if I’m doing the right thing for Bella or not...Sometimes things seem so difficult...God, I just wanted a manual!” I laugh, this is a wish I can really understand.
“That day-care is not a good idea.”
“I know, but she misses it. A lot.” She rubs her face in a nervous reflex.
“Maybe she just needs to occupy her time with other things... Activities… At her age I loved swimming...” I leave the mug I had in my hands inside the sink, turn my body and sit on the stool next to Antonella.
She rests her elbow on the table and lays her cheek in her hand, thoughtful.
“And I loved to dance,” she thinks aloud, “that sounds like a good idea.” This time, talks to me.I nodded and remembered something important.
“I got a call from the BLM today.
“The Brazilian Lawyers Magazine?” She joins her eyebrows, confused, and I nod, in agreement.
“That’s right... They want to interview us, do a photo shoot...”
“Why?” I tilt my neck, letting her finish on her own. “The law empire...The daughter of the federal judge and the heir to Valente & Camil...” rubs her hands on her face and lowers her head.
“We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to...” She bites her lip, before answering.
“No... It’s fine... It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’d forgotten that title. And now… Everyone seems more than willing to remind me.”
“How did you do that? I mean, forget... Don’t resent...” She laughs dry.
“Oh, I resent it, Marcos! Believe me, I resent it!But resentment is bad for the skin, so I just try not to think about it. When?”
“Next week?”
“Sounds good... But I don’t want Isabella to be a part of it.”
“I never expected that.”
“Alright.” she sighs and turns her gaze to me.
“You know they’re going to ask questions about your father, right?”
“I know.”
“And you’re still sure you want to do this?”
“Let me show you to some people… Isn’t that what you told me you wanted, Marcos, when you proposed to me in the first place? You’re doing your part, I’ll do mine.” The naturalness in her tone is disconcerting.
“And that same night, you told me you wouldn’t want to be reduced to that...”
“You didn’t care then, don’t tell me you care now, Marcos.” She laughs and drink a few more sips of her juice.
