Olga looked at me with blood in her eyes. While everyone else in that room was smiling. Relieved.
Okay, I don't know what had gotten into me and maybe I had gone crazy (again) but I had gotten into the madness of pretending to be the fiancée/future wife of Miguel H. I was not going to let Olga get away with this easily.
- Baby...I just got back from the party room and everything is okay! - I hugged Miguel - Baby, I am so happy!
Oh, if my mother could see me now, she would see that I am good at lying.
- What are you clowning about? - Olga asked nervously.
- Clowning around? - Henrique smiled victoriously, holding me by the waist.
He was taking advantage of me...bastard!
- Ma...but...you were my daughter's friend! - She shouted - Do you want to tarnish her image? Traitors!
- As far as I know, here - Helena pointed at us - are two people who love each other and are going to get married. And my son has the right to move on with his life.
- We are just rekindling the passion of years ago..
