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I've been to other parties like this one, and I know the real reason they exist: For alliances and help. I participated in several in Central America, where one of the traditional families, the Berruti, performed to exchange favors. And I never liked any of that. The good part this time is that I wouldn't be the only one to dislike these parties, not least because Marga made it clear that she hates acting like an exemplary lady - which we will clearly have to prove to be.

We set up in different houses. They would meet us already at the party. And Celina, as much as I don't like it, will have to go along with our father.

I finish putting on the diamond jewelry set, the only ones I thought would go with the navy blue dress I'm wearing. I finish putting on the earrings and stand up in front of the dressing table, looking at myself in the mirror.

My face is perfect, the professional make-up hasn't even left a mark from yesterday's slap. My hair was left loose, and I swept it back, cove