+ I rub my eyes, she's getting everyone's attention, yes, I can't stop telling her how beautiful she looks, how the red color has completely disappeared, and the blonde has made an appearance at the price of cutting half of her long hair, now it's short hair. Well, I look gorgeous, the girl who fixed my hair didn't lie, I look in the mirror and can't believe everything I'm seeing. "Money does everything." Lucero takes out her card and hands it to the girl, I avert my gaze, it's somewhat uncomfortable because she's the one paying. "Gisela, you can go ahead, I won't be long," she signals me with her phone, which means she's being called. Again, I thank them and head towards the exit, hoping that the Chinese guy hasn't gotten bored, no, what I meant was that he hasn't left, since he'll get bored but won't go further than that. I go to the exit and, feeling like a new woman, yes, that's how I feel, not that my hair was mistreated, but now that they've given it some love, I feel like
+ADAL+ "You're a fucking hypocrite, how can you hide in this office? Why don't you accept your reality?" he yells, snatching the glass out of my hand. "Admit that you're in love, that you're lost to that woman, and that every time she's near you, you want to devour her and have her all to yourself. Stop lying!" This is what happens when I tell him everything I do or think about her. Now it's clear to me that I have to keep my mouth shut. I gain nothing from being honest because it affects me. Am I in love? I'm not sure yet, but what I do know is that I lose my mind when I'm near her. I'm about to distance myself from this dangerous and damaging feeling for my mental health. "No, I won't accept something I don't really feel. She's the girl who has accepted an affair with me and has a contract," I lie. I need him to hear what I want him to understand. "I agree that I've lost my mind, but keep in mind that I'm the type of man who doesn't fall in love." I stand up from my chair and s
"Mrs. Müller, don't pay attention to your son, you know how he is," I feel Alfonso's hand on my arm, gripping me tightly and forcing me to move away from my mother. "Shut up, idiot, you shouldn't say no, there's no problem with the girl taking care of the dog," he hisses through his teeth near my ear. "That's what I'm saying, I don't see any problem with Gisela taking care of my little fifi," she shrugs and her tone is that of a whiny and offended woman, "no one can take care of my little fifi, I'm not asking you because you work and Gisela is family, she has time to take care of my baby." Dog! It's not a human being, it's an animal, a dog that I'll have to take care of and make sure it doesn't die in the process. Aaaahhh... I feel like pulling my hair out, my mother is too intrusive, she always wants to be involved in my damn life. "It's not that I don't want to, mother, but out of politeness, one has to ask first, we don't know if Gisela is allergic to your fifi," I emphasize the
"I don't have any problem, it will be a pleasure to have both of you, wow, my wedding will be amazing, thank you so much boss." "Don't thank me, see you there." Those were my last words before hanging up the call. "Damn dog, you've fallen in love, my own ears have heard it perfectly, and you have no idea that she might go alone. You're in love, and you don't want to admit it!" ++GISELA++ Everything could wait in this life; earthquake, illness, bad life, sleeping under a bridge, "marrying for money", but never taking care of a puppy. It's not that difficult to take care of a dog, but it's not my thing. My mother used to say that my face is full of life, but I can't even give life to a plant, let alone an animal! I need to find a clock that will always remind me when to give it water and food, and also to take it for a short walk. God, where will it sleep? The lady brought a little crib. When I arrived at the mansion, the lady surprised me by begging me to take care of her dog for
"Are you serious?" His eyes widen as a plate while a mocking smile draws on his face. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe there is a human being who can't take care of a little animal. I can believe allergies, but not that you can't take care of a plant or an animal... I just can't help but imagine it and laugh." "Believe it or not, here stands one who can't, and I'm not joking. I never had the courage to work at a florist, let alone take care of animals. Not to brag, but every time I was given a little pet..." I pause. "They always died in my hands. I don't know why, but they would die." I look down, feeling terrible in my chest as I remember it. "I don't understand why they died. I swear I bathed them, fed them, and gave them water... My mother used to say they died of sadness!" But I doubt they died of sadness. I don't think every animal that passed through my hands died of sadness because I abandoned them. Over the years, I learned that I shouldn't have any animals or living things.
"I'm afraid that one day I'll wake up and not see you, that I'll desperately miss your body, your smile, that fixed stare you make when you're angry, or how you sweat when you lie or are nervous. There are many things I know about you, maybe they're not enough, but they're the ones I'll miss when I open my eyes." His words leave me stunned, breathless. "I'm not a child. Ever since you appeared in my life, and I don't mean that day you came to my office - it was that late-almost evening when we collided. At that moment, I was worried about seeing you lost, on the verge of falling into the abyss. The last thing I expected was that you were the same girl who would agree to be my wife. Do you know what that means? It wasn't some planned thing, nor do I think it's just a coincidence of fate. It's nothing less than my damn karma giving me a lesson in life, all because I was an arrogant man, full of darkness in my heart, despising that love that wants to forcefully take over my heart." "Ada
+LUCERO+ Finished! The topic tonight is how my years-long relationship ended in a matter of seconds, simply because everything vanished. I'm not nervous about the wedding, nor am I being paranoid, none of that. My supposed boyfriend has stopped showing the interest he once had, all of which happened since our wedding was approaching or since I've been spending more time with Gisela than with him. He doesn't understand that being with Gisela is because I want to be by her side and that it's my job, that there's nothing abnormal about it for him to get stressed and angry. It's not that I'm in love with her, nooo... I'm not a lesbian, and I've shown him that in bed and in every part where we are alone to take advantage of what I feel. I love him, but I can't marry him when he insists that we live with his parents and that I quit my job at Müller Enterprises. We've discussed our love and relationship tirelessly until we reached the point of shouting that the wedding is cancelled, tha
+GISELA+ + How is it that they say... "Time heals everything." To hell with that thought, it's been several hours, and he hasn't bothered to show up, it worries me, of course it puts me in a bad mood because it makes me think he doesn't want to see me! The dog is currently on the first floor, it's better for her to stay there because Adal couldn't handle the barks of the little Fifí. "Gisela, I can come in," alerted me. I opened my eyes and got out of bed as if there were hot coals beneath me.I went straight to the door and for some reason asked, this is his room, correction, "our room". "What happened?" I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms. "Babe," he whispered, took me in his arms, I stood still with no expression, he approached me with his lips and I reacted. I grabbed his head firmly and put my mouth on his lips. His hands slowly moved to my hips. He gently nibbled my lips, caressed them, licked them, until he stopped with his tongue and kissed me deeply, in silence. H
+ Five months later... "My love, we will soon reach our destination and I want you to do something for me. I want you to put on this blindfold and not ask why," the car comes to a stop, my eyes open wide, and a crazy smile appears on my face. I was expecting something like this, but not so soon. I had no choice but to agree, so I grabbed the cloth and obediently covered my eyes like a little girl. Ha ha ha, suddenly it made me laugh. Why is my beloved not so mysterious or someone who can pretend? I can detect his nervousness from here and his desire to surprise me. "Okay, but I warn you that sometimes things don't go as planned." Aaaah, inside, I want to scream with joy. I am a happy woman who just wants to enjoy all the wonderful things her husband is giving her. After I put on the blindfold, Adal keeps driving. I'm nervous, lots of things are going through my head, and I don't know which one of them will come true. After a few minutes, Adal tells me that we have arrived at ou
+ This must be a headache! For the first time, I saw my son cry in pain. As I was leaving work, I received a call informing me that my son had been admitted to the hospital and was being attended to by a pediatrician. I demanded to know what was going on and if Gisela was aware. My mother, crying, responded, "She's asleep. We didn't want to worry her, especially after seeing that he couldn't walk." I didn't say a word about the issue when I asked for the address; I just knew I had to be with my son. Within minutes, I arrived at the clinic, my breathing rapid and my heart racing. Seeing my little one only made me more desperate, as my mother's statement about his fever was still true. My child was suffering, and they weren't doing anything about it. All we could do was wait. Eventually, I picked up my baby and left the place. They weren't attending to him as they should have been. My mother screamed after me as I left, but I couldn't take it anymore. I told her that my son wouldn't
+ADAL+ I am disappointed. Last night was an unforgettable moment. We even promised to try again, but when I woke up, she wasn't by my side. She had left. I panicked and tried to contact her, but I couldn't find my phone anywhere. I remember locking myself in the shower for half an hour, thinking about what to do, or what was going through Gisela's mind. She had given me the opportunity I had been waiting for, and now my fear is that she will regret it. I decided to get out of the shower, get ready, and leave my room. I had to get out of those four walls before I went crazy. Part of me knew I had to find her and seize the opportunity I had been given. Just as I was about to leave the house, I ran into my mother. She told me that my phone had been taken by the person I was desperately trying to reach, and if I intended to find her, I should call my number or look for Lucero, the person who had been helping me without any commitment. My mother said, "run," and I flew. It wasn't long b
"No, I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep," my words are sincere, but his reaction is nothing - no emotion on his face, he's furious. Years may have passed, but I remember perfectly when his serious face means he's ready to kill, not to think. "I'll just have this little coffee, and then I'll leave, I have a few things to do at home." "I think we should talk first before you go," he says after sitting next to me. "Since it seems you're having trouble remembering, I want to tell you that I didn't like that you drank and let yourself get careless. Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't arrived on time?" I gulp, panic takes over me, I don't know what to say, and I have no arguments to refuse. Where were the girls? I'm sure he's lying, he just wants to scare me into submission. No, he's wrong if he thinks I'll reward him. "To be honest, I don't remember anything, and if we're going to talk about what happened yesterday, it's better if Lucero and Dolores are present. They kno
+ "Wait for me, don't go alone," I hear Dolores shout behind me. She wants to dance with me, and I hope the waiter doesn't bring the margaritas right now. God, I need those margaritas! "Baby, don't leave me alone," and boom, Lucero joins us. This is good because now we're really enjoying the night. We're the three friends, not rivals that everyone expects. Never ever forget this moment. Lucero and Dolores are two important pieces for my heart and mind. "Please wait for me here, I'll be quick in the restroom, you know, so the others can get in," I leave them there. I want to dance with them, but my bladder is the most important thing right now. I walked down a narrow hallway and reached the restroom, which was so bright that a pulse of pain shot from my eyes to the back of my head. When I arrived at the stall, I fixed my hair and shouted to the sky because it's empty and all the stalls are available for me. Ha, how funny, I just need one. After a couple of minutes of relieving my
"Hey, you're not supposed to drink it like that," shouted Lucero, trying to snatch the margarita glass from me. As she made the attempt, I tilted the glass further, taking advantage of its chilliness. "You have no remedy, dude. Please bring three margaritas. She needs more than two. Oops, sorry. She's already on her second one, and it's all because she wants to act tough and drink vodka when she can't handle it." "Lucero!" I complained, finishing the last drop of margarita, and placing the glass aside to pick up the next one. "You're right. I'm not a drinker, and if you know me well, you know my throat is burning." And I went for the second margarita, I'm sorry for Dolores, but my throat is on fire. No! This can't be happening. My tongue is... "You're already lost, woman. Nobody understands what you were talking about." That's it. I'm already feeling dizzy, but it's all because I took the two margarita glasses from Lucero. I thought things would be different this time, that becaus
+ The night bears witness to our madness, and it wasn't long before Lucero showed up. The three of us decided to leave the house together, of course, only if the babysitter stays with my baby. And since Lucero is one of those who swears that everything will be fine, Dolores and I came to accompany her to the first bar we found, not those shady ones as Lucero would say. She has that touch of superiority, which is normal, that's how she was raised. For me, it's the third time I've been to this kind of place, and I think it will be the first time I take any drink with alcohol. At this moment, each of us will share our story; what troubles and saddens us. We've come here to drown our sorrows. The music in the bar is completely soft, not the kind where you have to shout to be heard. The club has low lighting, deafening and full of contorted bodies: on the dance floor, in the hallways, against the bar. A DJ mixed music on a small stage, and posters plastered all over the front promised t
+ In the end, Adal got his way. The spoiled son of his father took us home because he said I was nervous and not in condition to drive. At first, I objected, but Dolores jumped on board to become friends with Adal. After Adal realized there was nothing he could do, he blackmailed me with the words, "Our son is waiting for you at home." He was being sly, as he brought my baby into our fight. I don't want him involved in my life anymore. I don't need him. Now that I'm home, I bite my tongue with the intention of staying quiet. I watch as my son plays with that man, because Gerald ate all the dinner the nanny prepared. Dolores approaches me and tells me I need to change my attitude. Whatever that man did in the past, it's better to leave it behind because time keeps moving forward, it doesn't stop or go back. Now she's becoming Adal's savior and defender. No, that man doesn't need anyone to intervene, he can defend himself just fine. "Mrs. Gisela, the child needs to shower, but..."
"No, I need them to leave," I replied angrily, "understand for once that I need to be alone." "Damn..." he muttered, and I felt like opening the door, "I don't know what happened to make you shut yourself in, but let me tell you one thing, woman, if you don't come out now, we're not leaving and neither are the employees because it's not fair for you to stay and for them to go to sleep." That man is insane, I had no choice but to open the door. I stumbled and half said that both of them were insane. "Hey, what happened to you?" Dolores comes to me with open arms, "why didn't you call me?" I stopped, a lump formed in my throat, and I burst into tears as I felt her arms around me. Between sobs, I told her that I was to blame for other people making bad decisions. "No, that's not true. We are all responsible for our actions, and you didn't put a knife to that person's throat to make them mess up, like we do with butter on bread." I didn't do it with a knife, but in a way, I pushed h