Chapter four

CAMILA SILVA

I run my hand over my new clothes, feeling nervous to the extreme. I know that it is all a lie, that they are not my real in-laws, but I want them to believe that it is real. I feel so nervous, it feels like everything is true and I am going to meet the family of the man I love, of some boyfriend or something. It's like everything is just a lie like it's really true.

I went shopping and I'm not going to lie, I was in a huge mall being able to spend whatever I wanted. I ended up choosing beautiful looks to stay on the ship and a stunning dress for the wedding. I enjoyed it all and felt good.

The only annoying thing was the harassment from the press, after all, they have been on my case since early on. Everyone wants a statement from me, an interview with me. I feel like a celebrity.

I took this revenge on Ethan for myself. After seeing all that they did to the boy, I felt a little bit of his pain. In the pictures of the two of them, you can see how much he loved her, and in others, you can see how much he admired his brother. It was very dirty what they did to him. His eyes, at that time, had a special glow that no longer exists.

I will arrive stealing the attention on that ship, count on it. The best way to hit a person who likes to steal the spotlight is to steal the spotlight from him. And to their misfortune, I know how to do this like no one else.

Well, to meet his parents I put on a more normal dress as he asked me to. I put on a red dress with a beveled front and a slit in the back that emphasizes my legs. It has a V-neckline, with a thin shoulder. The most beautiful and perfect thing on me.

The sandal is a heel again, but this time it is white. There is another important detail, but this one is on the inside and I will let him find out. But here I can tell that I am without any panties, the way I came into the world, inside the dress. I like to tease.

I left the make-up simpler, with more nude colors. To allow the dress to be the attention. But it was in that Kardashian style that I love and know how to do. I straightened my hair with a flat iron and it became even longer than it already is.

I applied a sweet perfume and separated a little red bag with a spare lipstick and my cell phone. I took the envelope I received earlier, taking it to him again, but this time signed by me our contract, in it is everything Ethan had already explained to me.

I took a picture and posted it on I*******m, I'm feeling very beautiful. I soon see his comment and smile, he is serious about pretending to be in love.

I hear the horn downstairs and lock up, leaving the apartment. Outside the doorway was he, dressed in a suit, leaning against his car, not paying attention to the photographers.

Yes, they have found out the address of my house and are keeping a vigil around here. I admire those who know how to deal with the harassment of the press. I can't do more than that and soon I'll be in the gossip sites.

I embody the character and pretend to look at him in love, while he smiles when he sees me.

I walk over to him who encircles my waist, bringing our lips together in a tender kiss. I encircle his neck and compose myself not to do anything too much, we have public now. I kiss him calmly, pretending to be a tender, passionate kiss.

"You look too beautiful, princess."----Hides a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Thank you my life."--- I give him a smile, earning another selfie.

I stand in front of him, who encircles my waist, hugging me from the side. We smile for the cameras, taking a few pictures before we get in the car.

"Now I do."---I pull the back of his neck toward me and give him the breathtaking kiss I really wanted.

Ethan doesn't think twice and moves his hands down to my buttocks, squeezing them hard. I end up letting out a groan in the middle of the kiss, giving his hair a tug in response to his act.

I part our lips, planting a hickey on his lower lip, seeing a mischievous smile on his face.

"That's the bride I remember."---Gives me a wink.

I wipe a bit of lipstick on his mouth and while driving, I smooth out my lipstick. I feel his hand on my thigh giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Wicked the way you left me yesterday."--- He throws me a look.

"I left my panties to apologize"---I said innocently, hoping he would put his hand inside and be surprised.

"I know, she helped a lot."--- He gives me a little wink and I understand that his hand was working hard yesterday.

We stop at the light and he comes around my neck, talking into my ears in his husky voice.

"I'll have today's too, although I intend to continue where we left off this time."---that minty breath people, I cried all over with him.

I give him my best naughty face and take his hand, directing it to my pleasure spot.

"What panties?!" --- I don't hide my naughty grin.

"Son of a bitch."--- she squirms in a loaded voice, playing on my clit.

I suppress my moan, feeling the tip of his finger right on top of my pleasure spot, playing with it.

Ethan didn't have much time, he had to remove his hand and we had to move on. But his looks made it clear that he was going to get me good today. Not that I'm complaining about this, quite the contrary.

We quickly arrived at the restaurant, different from the one we went to yesterday. This time much more formal than the other, but just as chic.

At the door there were more photographers, but as Ethan explained to me they always wait here for a celebrity to take pictures. They got lucky today, after all, everyone wants to take a picture of the couple of the moment. That means me, Ethan.

We took one more picture and went inside. Ethan quickly finds his parents, along with his sister and a teenage girl. We walk up to them hand in hand.

"Family this is my fiancée, Camila. Princess this is my mom Scarlet, my dad Dylan."--- He points to the gentleman couple.

The two are not that old, at most about seventy years old.

The man reminded me a lot of him, while the woman reminded me of her daughter. I give a shy smile, while the little lady opens her arms towards me. I broaden my smile by giving her a hug.

"My son, what a beautiful woman"--- His mother speaks visibly happy.

God, how mean to lie to such a quiet person. So cute.

"I am so happy to see my son happy, thank you for that."--- his father also greets me, hugging me affectionately.

"This is my sister, Luana."--- he points.

"Sister-in-law, you need to teach me how to do this beautiful makeup."--- Ja hugs me all excited and I smile back.

"Just set a date."--- I say as we walk away.

"My niece, Madu."--- She points to the teenager.

"Then put some red on the ends, it will look beautiful."--- I give her a little wink.

Madu is the typical teenager in her rebellious hair color phase. She is even being discreet with just the purple ends, in my time I did so much shit with my hair people.

"Really? I was in doubt about which color to put in my hair" --- Hold on to your dyed locks.

"Degrade is also beautiful, but I don't recommend it because it damages your hair too much. Take advantage that you are doing it only on the ends and change the color a lot, then stop it and just cut it. I advise it," she said, as we sat down.

Ethan puts his hand on my thigh, making circles there. I move a little closer to him, laying myself on his shoulder. We have to pretend to be in love, I can't forget that.

"I always tell her that, I hope that by listening to someone outside this young lady learns."--- Luana says pointing to her daughter who rolls her eyes.

"I know we sound like a bunch of old people talking about what we don't know, but believe me, I understand you. I've done all the shit I can to my hair, I almost went bald."--- I shrug my shoulders watching her widen her eyes.

"Okay, just the ends."--- she pronounces at the same moment.

Her mother and grandparents look at me in surprise, not believing it.

"She was wanting to go even blonder to make a gradient."--- Ethan explains to me.

I nod, understanding. Even though she was blonde from birth, for the dye to take better she would have to bleach more, since her hair is not a very light shade of blonde.

"And how did you two meet?"--- Dona Fernanda, her mother, asks.

I look at him with a false love, but in truth I was asking him to make up the story.

"In a job interview, can you believe it" - I turn my attention back to my mother-in-law, leaving some of the truth aside - it's been almost a year now, but you had that time to get to know each other better and so on.

"I wasn't called at the time, I was still finishing college, so it must have been someone more qualified who got the job."--- I reply at the same moment, making the story real.

A well-told lie is like this; you leave a margin for people to think you are lying, and when they ask you about it, the answer is so ready that your quick response shows that you were not taken by surprise because it really happened.

It always works for me.

"That very day we just exchanged glances and were formal, respecting the environment. But we met at a party somewhere, and that's when we started talking. I think it was the first time he didn't go to bed with a woman in one night.

"Talking bad about me, how mean."--- He speaks jokingly.

As if bored, he begins to raise his hand higher and higher. I turn to the same man who is looking at me amused and understand his intention. I think someone wants to get revenge for the way I left him yesterday.

"You are so beautiful together. It's been a long time since I've seen my son smile like that."--- His father speaks fondly, looking lovingly at his son.

"Camila has arrived bringing what was missing in my life. I love her so much that just being by her side does me good, makes me happy."--- He looks at me.

I turn my face toward you, holding our gazes together. I give a silly smile in her direction, bringing my hand up to her face where I caress her.

"And you came and turned my life upside down, but in a good way. Today I can't see myself loving anyone else as much as I love you."--- I continue our exchange of statements.

Deep inside I feel a twinge of sadness. Such beautiful words thrown to the wind, without any truth in them. We are dealing with a feeling that is so beautiful, so strong, as if deep down it were not really that important, as if it were just a trivial feeling.

But this is the portrait of society! The so famous "I love you" no longer has the same value as before, almost nothing, really. We say such a beautiful sentence, so remarkable to someone, and the next day we are betraying him. We say "I love you" to people we have not known for so long, that we do not know enough to feel something so remarkable and deep.

"I love you"---we say it together.

You see? We are not even close to feeling this feeling for each other, and yet we speak in such a beautiful way that outsiders believe that this is the truest of all loves. To say such a thing has become so banal that we pronounce it as the most beautiful of all lies, without any desire to make it true.

I brought our faces together and slowly, calmly and tenderly began a kiss, taking all the care and delicacy in the world. Her lips tasted of wine, which made everything even more delicious.

I end the kiss, knowing that we are not alone, and hide my face in his chest. I confess that I am a little embarrassed; your family must be staring at us now.

I feel his arms wrap around me in an embrace, caressing my back.

"Oh brother, I'm so happy for you. I saw how much you suffered with that wretched girl, for a while I believed I would never see your smile again, seeing you like this is like a dream come true."--- I hear Moon's affectionate voice.

God, I really hope that someday they can forgive me for lying like this, for being so fake and pretending with everyone.

I adjust my posture, becoming normal, but still hugging him. I look at that family looking at us happily and even though my mind is incriminating me, I just continued the lie and for a moment let the lying part go and allowed everything to become real.

The waiter arrives with our plates and we thank him, beginning that wonderfully pleasant dinner.

"And you dear, where are you from?! You're clearly not from around here!"--- Fernanda asks, eating some of her plate.

"I'm Brazilian." --- I explain.

"Oh, I love Brazil, unfortunately I never had the opportunity to go but I really want to."--- She speaks fondly.

"I'm sure you will love it there, I love my country."--- I speak nostalgically, missing my homeland.

"But you will meet Mom, jealous Yuri made sure to make the cruise pass through there. I think he wanted to please you."--- Luana speaks, visibly annoyed as she talks about her second brother.

"I'll be everyone's guide there, take you to my favorite places. Especially in Rio de Janeiro, I know that place like the back of my hand."--- I try to break the bad mood.

"Thank God you're going."--- Madu starts talking.

The hand, which until then had been still, seems to wake up only this time more boldly. At that moment I felt it touch my vaginal lips. At the same moment my mind screamed a; screw you!