*** "List, thank you," I give myself one last look in the mirror. "I already told you that you're beautiful, like a model," she stops playing with my hair, I turn around and face her. "You're gorgeous," I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I like you and consider you a friend." "Thank you," she looks down. "Look at me," I demand, and she obeys, revealing those shining eyes. "Don't cry over something that's true, and now I'm leaving because that man must be bored and regretting coming." "He'll see that the wait was worth it," I have to imagine that Mrs. Dulce must think I'm a slut for not wasting time. "That man is my husband, and I'm sorry I didn't invite you to my wedding, but it was so fast that I didn't even realize when it happened," I spoke so quickly that I confused her even more than she already was, "I'll explain it to you later, maybe step by step." I leave the room like a ghost, an angel takes me, and in a couple of minutes, I'm entering the living room. "I thought you

I'm lying. My head hurts a lot, but I have to be strong in front of him. "I'm not saying otherwise, but your experience with alcohol tells me you're lying," I feel a lump in my throat, I'm stunned by everything he's saying. "You didn't expect me to notice." I have a lot of anger built up, I even thought alcohol could make me forget all the calamities that are happening to me, but a minute of forgetfulness doesn't make up for it, because I will remember everything at once and even more when feeling that strange sensation that alcohol leaves you... Regret and guilt. Ah, all of this tells me that I am a woman that everyone wants to see as a failure. I'm not going to deny that his proposal is not a bad idea, but my damn pride doesn't want me to give in. Why does he always want me to bow my head? Think... Think... Think... I have to make sure that... Nah, my life is total crap and all I think is "your fault, your fault, and again, your fault." "No one is saying otherwise, but you wo

My legs won't stop shaking as I wait for my ex-boss. I called him as Adal said, "you have to get out of there as soon as possible," and here I am, waiting for him inside the café. Today I had no trouble getting out of bed, the circus owner was not in the room. But before my luck ran out, I got up, took a shower, and left, thinking I was going alone. I was wrong because, by order of the owner, a driver is now at my service and will accompany me wherever I go. This is my life now, and dealing with it is one of my goals. "Thanks for waiting," he says as he walks in, and I shift nervously in my seat. "I was in a meeting." "Don't worry," I shake my head, and now that I have him in front of me, everything I was going to say has disappeared, my mind is blank. "I haven't been waiting long." I grab my cappuccino cup and start sipping it as if it were water. The nervousness is killing me. He gets comfortable and tells me to drink a glass of water because he suddenly felt his throat dry. Sud

+ Whew... My stomach is about to explode, and that's all because I ate too many chocolate cakes and that apple juice those two women prepared. Lucero had to leave a couple of minutes ago, her beloved and future husband came for her, but before letting her go, I told her not to forget everything we had talked about, her privacy comes first. Now that I'm alone, this lonely soul has decided to stay lying on the couch to continue watching the drama that I had pending to finish. I take advantage that the owner of everything is not home, according to Lucero he has a lot of work and now that he owns everything that was about to be lost, he has duties and too many meetings he must attend. Hmm, that's not a problem for me, I don't mind being alone in this great apartment, I'd prefer our marriage to continue like this. Gisela! What you're thinking is what every woman wants, to have a comfortable, peaceful and solitary life, but not everything is perfect, it can't be. Ehhh... I can ask myse

+ I broke free from the grasp of the cunning man, who thinks that I will fall for his charms. Yes, who wouldn't want another night with him, but that would only entangle me further. He found my escape amusing, as he claims that it confirms his proximity to me. The man is right, however, I am not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. I am not foolish enough to let him think that he has any power over me. Like a scared puppy, I flee the room as the man had intentions of undressing in front of me. I did not allow it because I am not as weak as flesh. One step outside the room, I hold my breath as I see Mrs. Elizabeth coming towards me, and I think it's for dinner. I approach her and tell her that the master is about to leave, and it's best for her to accompany me to the dining room while I wait for the master's arrival. "May I know what you have prepared for dinner?" I ask, and as we arrive in the dining room, I stop in my tracks. What is all this? "It's the romantic dinner