MEMORIES:

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The impression was so weird, that without saying that she had accepted his uncle's proposal to go to study at a business school in Miami, she left without saying anything that same morning. But that was not all, because she was the protagonist of another surreal scene. The weekend, when she arrived home for a visit after months. She found his mother pregnant, and that his parents had remarried.

When she confronted her uncle, with whom she kept in touch, but he worked on oil rigs in the middle of nowhere. He told her that he had been as surprised as she was, but that love had very strange ways of manifesting itself.

“Maybe that's why I'm alone!”.

Morgana remembered her uncle's words to him that day, after she had experienced that episode with Joe, she thought if she was going to follow her uncle's path.

She shook her head, and when she opened the door of his apartment he found Sultana, his dachshund. She had been given to him by Sergio, a very special friend she had, for Christmas.

“At least now you have someone to welcome you home when you arrive,” Sergio had told her, and since then the puppy had been her roommate.

When she opened the door, she immediately wagged his tail to greet her.

“You are the sweetest thing in my life!”, Morgana said, gesturing affectionately to the puppy.

She carried all her packages into her room, then went to the kitchen to serve Sultana some food and uncork the bottle of wine she was supposed to drink that night.

Taking two sips of her drink, she prepared her shower and a few minutes later, she immersed herself in the comfortable bathtub. She shook her head, as memories of her relationship with Joe came to her mind. She moved her hand, trying to catch the suds.

Morgana met him at a presentation of a company that was in charge of selling tires, she had prepared every detail from marketing, advertising, logistics, and every detail of the event. It had been her job for more than five years.  

Joe was the nephew of the owner of Carson & Co, an advertising firm where Morgana had been recruited long before graduating from business school in Miami. From the moment they met, there was a lot of chemistry between them, but she wasn't looking for a relationship at the time. He was so insistent, however, that she finally gave in to a date.

Everything was going naturally between them until Joe began to have a very strange attitude toward her. It started with asking Mr. Carson for a job, so he could be closer to her. Then came the scenes of jealousy, in front of all the co-workers, and the last thing she could stand was his disrespect with offenses.

No one knew exactly what was going on between them, because no matter how much Joe boasted that they were together. Morgana always denied it, and that was something that put the man in a bad mood. Until her father got sick, he created a bond called: “debt”.

The situation became so unbearable, that she asked him for a week's vacation from her boss, with the excuse that she had to take care of her father. But the truth was that she needed a break from Joe.

Morgana knew he was a womanizer, and every time she found out about his affairs, she made excuses for him to stop bothering her. But the results were not favorable, quite the contrary. Joe claimed that she was the cheater, and played the victim in front of everyone. The pressure was so great that about four days ago she had collapsed.

She finished her bath, and minutes later began to dress. She had bought a dark-colored mini dress, tight to the body, highlighting her curvy figure. With floral lace, glitter design with bare shoulders, which left to the imagination how round and firm her breasts were.

She wore tall dark sandals, with a small platform comfortable for walking, and a heel of more than ten centimeters with crossed straps and with the detail on the ankle also in glitter. She accompanied her outfit with a pair of medium silver hoop earrings, as well as the simple chain that adorned her chest, and her feet with tiny rings on each of her middle toes.

Made up her eyes in a way that highlighted her amber eyes and long eyelashes, and used only a slight blush and a natural-looking lip color. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was pleased with the result. She was pouting when her cell phone rang.

“You're ready, I guess”, was Lorena's greeting.

“Oh, yes I am!”, she giggled.

“So nice to hear it, because we are downstairs waiting for you”.

“Okay, let me a few minutes. Only I need to put some food and water for Sultana, and I'll be right there”.

“Perfect”.

The call ended, and Morgana went to get some of her perfume to finish dressing. Then she went to the kitchen, as fast as her shoes would allow.

“Sultana, come here!”, she screamed. 

The little dog ran over to where her owner was. Morgana leaned over to pet her.

“Tonight I'm going to party,” the puppy was eating, as she continued to pet her, “Don't wait up for me, and that means you're in charge of the house. Don't think you can party in my absence, and especially don't invite sexy boys over while I'm gone.

“Good girl!” Morgana told her, getting up and blowing her a kiss, picked up her small bag on top of the breakfast bar, and walked to the exit.

As she closed the door, she took a deep breath, nothing could go wrong that night. Joe couldn't bother her anymore, with the pictures he had taken of her that afternoon in the company parking lot, she was sure he wouldn't bother her anymore.

“Tonight you're going to shine, Morgana, so smile!”

Beaming with joy, she went in search of her friend. A red wine-colored Pathfinder van was parked out front. She stopped in her tracks.

“Here,” Lorena rolled down the glass of the back window.

“Wooa,” said Morgana, “I didn't expect this”.

“Meet my friend, Albert,” Lorena's eyes showed excitement.

“Hey, nice to meet you,” she extended her hand, but something about the man didn't like it.

“Lore has told me a lot about you”.

The man's low voice made her feel like he was flirting with her.

“Great!” was all she said, as the driver closed the door behind her.

“You look very pretty tonight,” Lorena interjected. I just hope the idiot isn't there.

“What idiot are you talking about?” Albert wanted to know with a curious tone,

“A guy who isn't worth nothing” Lorena replied with disdain.

“Stop, Lore! I will not allow that man's shadow to ruin my evening”.