Written in the Stars のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

"And that's how a guy broke up with me because of the color of my hair," Helena concluded the story she was telling to her coworker, Lúcia, as they walked along the busy Avenida Paulista towards the office."No way! You left town after getting dumped just before your wedding, and you went to Parati, and..." Lúcia began to say before taking a generous sip of coffee."I got dumped again," Helena interrupted, raising her coffee cup towards her friend. "Cheers to me.""Seriously, the drinks later are on me," Lúcia said."Thanks, I'll need it. Especially because I still have to face my mother, who has been warning me all along, and I didn't listen.""In the end, moms are always right," Lúcia concluded."Well, at least I got to see wonderful places and a decent distillery," Helena commented. "I even brought back a bottle of cachaça as a souvenir for you.""Thanks, friend," Lúcia said, entering the building with Helena."The worst part is that when Leandro broke up with me, it didn't hurt as

Regina closes the apartment door, beaming with joy. She could even jump for joy with the happiness filling her heart. Her plan was working. She could already envision herself strolling through Parque Ibirapuera once again. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice her son Marcelo's presence, who had just entered the room, adjusting his jacket."What are you up to, Dona Regina?" Marcelo asks, raising an eyebrow."Oh, you scared me, boy!" Regina exclaims, turning toward her son. She looks at him, annoyed, as she says, "Is that how you talk to your mother?""Well, it's pretty obvious from your face that you're plotting something," Marcelo replies, pointing at his mother's face. "And that wicked smile confirms it's about Leandro and Helena. You know, Dona Regina, any normal mother, upon seeing her daughter left at the altar, wouldn't want to see the guy again, not even painted in gold. But you... you practically threw our daughter back into the arms of the guy who, in case yo

Bruno was hunched over a computer, his fingers typing intensely on the keyboard. The monitor's light cast a soft glow on his features, highlighting the furrowed brow and determination in his eyes. Ever since Helena had left, Bruno had been completely immersed in his work, a fact that caught the attention of his friends. It was unlike him; typically, after parting ways with a girl, Bruno would quickly get involved with someone new. But this time, things were different.Two customers, oblivious to Bruno's apparent disinterest, chatted at the counter, eagerly waiting for his attention. He seemed lost in a world of reservation databases and schedules, paying no mind to the enthusiastic tourist leaning over the counter, her fiery red hair falling forward as she tried to catch his eye.As she leaned in with flirty gestures, Bruno's focus remained steadfast on the screen. It was as if he had built an impenetrable fortress around him, a bubble deflecting all external distractions, including t

Title: "Motherly Concerns and Rekindled Bonds: A Scene of Rediscovery"Regina's footsteps echoed softly down the hallway as she exited her room, the corridor's gentle light casting a comforting glow. An unusual scene caught her attention: her daughter, Helena, moving through the house with determination. Drawers were being opened, curtains raised, and Helena's brows were furrowed in concentration. Intrigued, Regina observed her daughter's actions for a moment before finally approaching."Helena, dear," Regina spoke, her tone tinged with curiosity, "what exactly are you doing?"Startled, Helena turned to face her mother, a touch of surprise in her eyes. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Mom, did you see a package I brought home from work a few weeks ago?"Regina furrowed her brow, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "A package? I don't remember seeing any package. Why?"Helena's frustration was evident as she spoke, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "I just can

Helena and Leandro stepped off the bustling sidewalk and entered the car, a sense of anticipation in the air. The streets of São Paulo were bustling, cars rushed by, and pedestrians hurried along the sidewalks. Helena looked at Leandro, a nervous smile playing on her lips as he adjusted his seatbelt."Ready to hit the pedals?" Leandro asked with evident enthusiasm in his voice.Helena nodded, albeit a bit uncertain. "Yes."The car's engine purred softly as they pulled onto the road. Helena watched the urban landscape pass by the window, skyscrapers and colorful buildings interspersed with trees and urban parks. The day was clear, with a vibrant blue sky, and the city's hustle and bustle seemed distant from the tranquility she sought.After driving through the busy streets for a while, they finally arrived at the specialized cycling store. The exterior was adorned with bicycles of different styles and colors, and the atmosphere was filled with energy and excitement. Leandro parked the