The Italian glanced at him sideways and shook his head."It's not the right time. If I go into the bathroom with you, we might not come out for the rest of the day...""Fine, your loss..." she said, disappearing behind the bathroom door.She reappeared in the living room holding Giulian’s hand, who proudly hugged and kissed her cheeks while defiantly staring at Thomas Won.The man looked at the Italian with envy. He merely gave a grim smile and occasionally glanced at the Japanese man, who remained seated in the room, now drinking another beer. He seemed calm and indifferent to the Italian's provocations."It’s just a façade. Tanarro is more than just Sotomayor’s cousin— I can tell by the way they look at each other."He didn’t say much. Sotomayor sat on the large couch, and beside her, the Italian kept pampering her and treating her affectionately, making it quite clear what kind of relationship they had. Yukio couldn’t stand the tension between the men, who kept glaring at each othe
Another beautiful morning begins.The first thing she did was open the first page of that notebook where she was supposed to write the list. She had been thinking about it the night before, but in the end, she didn’t manage to write anything because her mind was occupied solely by the image of the gray-eyed girl who was comfortably asleep on the sofa.She opened the small window of the bedroom and leaned her head out to enjoy the beautiful view a little more. The summer breeze tousled her chestnut hair, which hadn’t been cut in more than three months and now moved rebelliously across her face.From the window, she observed her street and recognized Kentzuque, who was wearing his gym uniform and walking casually beside his friends. She immediately knew that teenager would skip class again and smiled."One of these days, you're going to get into serious trouble for skipping school… When you're an adult, you’ll wish you could go back to your school days and then you’ll regret wasting tim
Two hours later…She laughed in a joyful and sensual manner, holding a margarita in her right hand. He spoke to her slowly; their glances said everything. The flirtatious exchange between drinks had heightened the mood."And why not?" asked the woman with black hair and brown eyes."Aren’t good girls supposed to be home before midnight?""That’s the problem—I’m not a good girl," she replied, looking at him flirtatiously and then leaning in to whisper in his ear. "So I'm in no rush to go home…"They held hands and walked toward the exit. He scanned the room for his best friend, who was still dancing with another woman. He gave him a brief wave goodbye and left with the woman.Normally, he would have shown off his beautiful Mercedes, taken her to the most luxurious hotel in the city to impress her with his gold card, ordered the finest bottle of wine or champagne depending on her taste, and after satisfying his lust and thirst for intimacy, he would’ve left her there with a, “Don’t worr
"Now what’s going on?! I’m starving, I haven’t eaten a bite since we got here!" she protested."Namie has something important to tell you!" He dragged her almost by force to where the blonde was standing."What’s going on?" she asked in surprise upon seeing them approach."What’s so important that you have to say?" Sotomayor glared at her angrily."Me?" The blonde looked at the brown-haired man who was gesturing from behind Sotomayor. "Ah! Yes! Giulian called you to invite you to dinner!""And why did he call you and not me?" she asked, puzzled. The blonde laughed and gave a silly excuse…Meanwhile, Yukio walked over to the dessert table and grabbed one in each hand. Ankit kept distracting the Americans who refused to leave the area."Mr. Tanarro," Thomas addressed him with a hint of arrogance. "What’s your opinion on the high cost of the projects?""Huh?" Yukio, caught off guard with a pastry in each hand, looked at him coldly, as if he despised him. "The projects are expensive, but
He was sitting on the couch. In front of him, seated in an old armchair, was a woman wearing a gray sweater and matching pants. She took notes while listening to every word he said. She barely moved except to adjust her silver-rimmed glasses. Her face looked no older than forty-five.The walls were painted a very pale blue, almost white. A few diplomas were displayed on one wall, and on another hung a Monet imitation, adding a splash of color to a room that seemed to blend into the ceiling. A peaceful, almost relaxing place. Within those four walls, the only sound was his deep, strong, yet melancholic voice:"And then, in the middle of the famous convention…"_______________0_____________________International Convention of Tanarro Industries – That WeekendThe foreign attendees applauded enthusiastically for each of the panel members giving their lectures on various topics of interest. Others observed blueprints and specialized models, while the more curious ones wandered from one pl
Seoul, Korea. Six years ago…"After her!" shouted a tall girl with reddish hair tied back in a ponytail.The girl and three others with the same hairstyle ran after a teenager wearing oversized, outdated glasses and her hair tied in two pigtails behind her ears. They chased her down to the gymnasium, where they delighted in pushing and messing up her hair."Don’t you ever get near Lee again! He’s mine and no one else’s!""Let that be clear!" the others shouted. "Japanese girl! She thinks every boy should fall for her just because she’s a foreigner!""What are you doing?" A girl’s voice made the group step away from the trembling girl as they gestured for silence."Jina!" said the red-haired girl, smiling. "Nothing, we were just hanging out.""Hyori, I’ve told you before, I’m not your 'Jina,'" she replied coldly, ignoring her and offering her hand to the crying girl on the floor, who was holding her broken glasses. "Beating up girls again? Aren’t you ashamed?""She was asking for it...