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Chapter 3 What a son of a bitch!

Word Count: 1269    |    Released on: 25/02/2024

end Eloá - Sandra, our housekeeper, said affectionately. I closed my eyes, my head throbbing with pain, I had forgotten that I had made an appointment with her. Eloá was

gone off the rails and turned upside down, I couldn't hold back my emotion and I gave in. - I am with you, my friend, and I will always be. I felt good there, protected, supported, loved. We stayed like that for a while, holding each other tightly, until I managed to control myself. Only then did I raise my head and we looked at each other. - Holy shit, you're beautiful even after a scream! - Eloá... - he smiles, even sniffing his nose. - I came to bring you a gift, something that will make you even more radiant, living up to your name, my Beauty. - What is it? - I tried to look as excited as possible, not wanting to disappoint her. - I know that tomorrow is the opening of the academy and Diego invited many famous people. You, as the first lady of the fitness world, have to look even more beautiful than you already are. - Friend... - First see what I brought, then you talk. I wanted to explain that I wasn't going to the inauguration, that Diego and I had ended our engagement, but she didn't let me speak and walked over to the abandoned bag on the floor. - Look at this, Isa! It's your face. She opened a large white box and laid out on the bed a red silk knit dress, short and tight, with a draped skirt and ruffles gathered at the hem. - It's beautiful, friend. - Beautiful like you. It's from the new collection and I designed it thinking about how divine it would look inside it. What do you think about wearing them with your silver Jimmy Choo sandals, the ones closed at the heel, with thin high heels, that you brought from New York last year? She went into my closet, going straight to the shoe rack, she knew everything there. We had been friends for years and she slept in my room several times when we spent the weekend together. - I thought! - She came back holding her sandals, all excited and bouncing. - Go on, friend, cheer up! She puts on the dress. - Eloá, I appreciate the affection, but I won't be able to use it. - Didn't you like it, Isa? - She lowered her arms, discouraged, and sat on

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