The restaurant appears as a residential place; you enter the property to get to the house. It seems very discreet. The place has a beautiful entrance, full of greenery and flowers. Great, he told me how important it was to avoid paparazzi, gossip and all that.If on the outside it is beautiful, on the inside, it is pure craftsmanship. It is bright and white and looks a little rustic, quite different from what I've seen for an Italian restaurant. We sit down at our table, and the Maître soon comes and gives us the menu, but first, he greets Hunter in an overly exaggerated way.“Good evening, Miss,” he says, analyzing me.Does Hunter bring all of his girlfriend’s here? Is this fellow rating me on his huge list of girlfriends? I can understand his Spanish as he speaks with Hunter.“It’s always such a pleasure to see you, Sir, what a most beautiful girl you’ve given us the honour of serving,” he says. I smile, instantly turning red like a tomato.He praises me so much. Nobody has ever pra
“Why are you doing this?” I question. “Yes, it was great for me too, but so what? Are you going to tell me you liked it so much that you needed to go away and think better of it? Spare me comments like that.” I look out the window and watch the road.“You think so little of me. I haven't slept with anyone since I met you. After I dropped you off at home on the day we met, I went home to think about how polite and foul-mouthed you are at the same time and how you didn't do everything to get my attention, which by the way, doesn’t happen. God, why do you think so poorly of me?”“Because to me, you're the kind of guy who breaks the hearts of girls in love,” I say, looking into his eyes.His mouth drops as he concludes, “Someone has hurt you in the past, haven’t they?”I don’t expect him to be this analytical and rightly nail the reason I am so commitment-phobic.“Yes, they have done the damage already, and it was painful,” I reply as a little tear escapes my eye. He stays silent, waiting
“Hello,” I pick up, excited to know it is my mom calling.“Daughter, oh my love, Happy birthday—" my mother almost crying— “Ah, Donna...I'm missing you so much, my daughter. I'm sorry I didn't call before, but you know how things are here. I miss you; Mom and Dad love you. I have to be quick; the call is expensive, but wait for a few minutes, let me pass it on to your brother.”“Hi Lena, happy birthday,” my brother Miguel says cheerfully.“Oh, thank you, little brother. I miss you.”“I don’t.” He breaks into an annoying evil laugh but later says, “I miss you more. By the way, did you see the Barcelona game? Hunter Blanco paid tribute to you! I can’t believe it!” he says, laughing. Ah, Gu, you don't even know the truth in his words.“I heard something about it. Funny right?” I say, disguising my true emotion.“I read the papers, don’t lie to me. I love you, Lena. Dad is busy but he has passed on his wishes and apologised that he couldn’t talk,” he says.“I love you so much, Gu, see you
I wait for him downstairs, and soon, the black car pulls up. He gets out of the car, handsome as always, but he seems more charming today of all days. He is probably more than 1.70 meters, and I was 1.64. I need to wear high heels to see him at least.“Lamborghini then?” I smile sideways.“Someone belittled my Porsche. And look, it’s not just anyone who despises one of those!” he says, laughing. But I wonder if he's talking about women and before I can complete my thought I hear, “You look gorgeous, as always.” He opens the door for me. I get in the car and buckle up.I am wearing a short gold Gucci dress embroidered with stones, a matching purse and my nude heels. I got it from my mother for Christmas. I wanted this dress more than anything in the world.We travel to the same pub we met at. Tonight, it is Dri's show, and again there are paparazzi at the door. When we pass, I can’t see anything. So much flashing light was bursting from their big huge cameras.“No need to bend down or
“No, I'll stay here. Does any player know how to dance in this life?” He jokes that he is left footed. That is cute of him.Sophia and I walk down the stairs to the dance floor. Right now, I'm thanking my parents for my dance lessons. I have always liked dancing and could even move to incredibly fast rhythms. Sophia and I quickly hook up, and it feels as though we have similar wavelengths. I've never fit in so fast.People come and talk to me, asking me where I am from, what I am doing, until they ask me how long Hunter and I have been together. I understand right away why all these questions. They know I am with him. A few songs later, a choreographed songs begins, one I know by heart, as I had already taught it to my students.In the middle of the song, a circle opens on the dancefloor. Several people jump in and dance one at a time, until they push Sophia and me into the center. I am embarrassed because the dance steps require a certain sensuality but I am alone. Sophia and I dance
I wake up, and it's already four in the afternoon. Since it is beautiful and sunny outside, I put on my sneakers and venture out to explore this city that has already given me so much. I walk the opposite side of the usual route I’d take.I start looking at shop display windows: Prada, Burberry, Guess and even Chanel. And I stop by Gucci's, which has held my fascination since I was a little girl. I have been analyzing the windows since I was in college. The teachers always ask to have this analytical side, and I notice that people keep looking at me. Even the store clerks are smiling at me. Strange, crazy people, huh!I sit on a bench nearby and have ice cream. I am lost in thought, feeling so happy here in Barcelona. I never imagined meeting someone special here.I need to find a way to resolve everything around me. I'm seeing a famous guy now, but I live a long way from here, and to make matters worse, I'm leaving soon. I’m leaving in just over two weeks, and I know it won't work ou
I leave the mall with a full head of feelings. People are approaching me and talking randomly about Hunter all the time. The girls and I go to a salon to enjoy some manicures and pedicures.Obviously, the ladies at the salon go ballistic and treat me like some celebrity. But even though a beauty salon is the gossipiest place in the world, they give me space. I am getting my feet done when I text Hunter.*Selena: I'm in the lounge across the street from the apartment.A minute later, he answers me.*Hunter: Are you trying to make yourself more beautiful? Haha.I answer back.*Selena: I'm in the salon and not in the plastic surgery clinic ;)*Hunter: Not that you need anything, see you later beautiful ♥.He sent me a heart, is that right? Why would he send a heart to his "friend"?We return home two hours later. I did it all, the complete package: manicures, pedicures, hair, makeup, threading, full body and Brazilian waxing so that I would be nice and smooth.We enter the apartment and
“What do you have to say about you and her?” He insists on a conversation.“We're getting to know each other better. She's beautiful and the most sincere person I've ever met,” he says to me instead of the journalist. I marvel at those blue eyes looking intentionally into mine.“You seem to be lucky, don't you, Selena?” This time the question is for me.“I was just in the right place, where I was meant to be,” I say, staring at Hunter too.“Thank you, have a good night!”We thank him and join the party. There are more than 400 people inside, but whose birthday, is it? Why are there so many people? It was then that Hunter explains to me that it is an engagement party for the birthday boy.We approach the owner of the night. He is the defender of the team. His name is strange and I can’t pronounce it; I think he’s Russian. We congratulate him on his birthday, give him his present and wish the couple all the best. His fiancé is also Russian and looks so beautiful. She speaks very sweetly