POV Salma

As soon as my performance was over, I got off the glass stage and went to the dressing room. My heart was pounding and I knew it wasn't from fatigue or adrenaline from the night. It was fear and anxiety that I felt at that moment.

I should be removing my makeup and getting ready to leave. But not that night.

Some of the dancers were talking and I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror. There was a time when I didn't like being a redhead. Today I accepted myself and I knew that just because I was a redhead, I caught the attention of some men. Even freckles didn't bother me anymore and my green eyes have been compared to emeralds.

But I didn't want to get all the men's attention anymore. I only wanted the attention of one: Heitor Casanova. The thing is, the bastard never looked in my direction. Inside Babylon, he only had eyes for Cindy and no one else.

- Do you think she made “macumba” for him, Salma?

- Hey? I looked in the direction of the girls, who were cleaning the makeup off