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She had agreed that dinner would be in two days that had passed with the speed of a bullet passing through a person's chest to take their life. There was no moment in which Emma did not regret having agreed to go out with Leonardo White, she was afraid, something told her that her life would not be the same since that night.

She looked out the window, a sigh escaped her lips. Darkness covered any vestige of light, there was not a single star illuminating the sky, it was as if they had all died suddenly.

She hadn't told anyone that he had invited her to a dinner party, maybe because she still didn't quite believe it, there was a part of her that chose to believe that it was all a joke that would soon have an end, that soon he would call her and tell her that it had just been a bad joke.

For forty-eight hours, she had thought of only two things: Leonardo and her date with him. She was a somewhat shy girl, when nerves got the better of her, words could hardly come out of her lips, she wa