SR. MÁFIA
Damn, my heart raced.
He stood there smiling at me with a devilish face, raised his glass again, and Mirella looked at him with shining eyes, looking so delighted.
As long as I lived, I wanted the arrogance and sexism of that wretch far away from me.
We sat down at the table, and I was blind with hatred, I drank the champagne that was served to me in a glass and then I was served more... I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening.
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