Paris, France...
Eugene-Chan's house was completely silent. Jina spent the afternoon gazing out of the window, often crying. But on that particular day, she felt calm, thinking that Yukio must have returned from Hokkaido and was probably surprised not to find her there. She smiled and looked around for a calendar where she had marked several dates, including that specific day. She closed the curtain of her bedroom window and walked towards Eun-Chan's occupied study.
"Mmmmmm..."
"Mmmmmm, what?" asked the writer without taking his eyes off the computer screen.
"Mmmmmm..." she repeated while organizing her thoughts. "I'm bored!"
"Being bored in Paris is a crime," he replied while continuing to type. "If you're bored, go out and take a walk. Paris is full of beautiful places, art, fashion, and all those cheesy things you like..."
"Yes, it's beaut
He entered the office with his shirt untucked, his tie loosely knotted, wearing black glasses. A cigarette rested on his lips, and an elegant Hugo Boss jacket casually hung off his shoulder. The people he bumped into in the hallway greeted him in their usual manner, but behind his back, they murmured among themselves. For the first time since they had known him, they saw him with this somewhat unkempt appearance. He slammed the door shut and poured himself a drink."Isn't it a bit early to start drinking?" Ankit asked, poking his head through the door."The night ended badly, the day started badly..." Yukio tossed a paper ball at him.Ankit caught the paper, hastily unwrapped it, and read it, then looked at his friend."Damn it! That doesn't look good at all." He approached and poured himself a drink to join his friend. After a pause, he interrupted the silence. "Although this confirms our suspicions
Tokyo, Japan..."Why don't you leave work and go out tonight?" she asked, hugging him and kissing his cheeks."Sorry, Tori, but I can't... I have a lot of work," he replied, still staring at the screen of his laptop."Sometimes I feel envious of that computer! You touch that device more than you touch me!" She moved away, angry. "Don't you love me? Aren't you excited about our marriage?""Of course, my love! Don't say such things," he continued staring at his computer screen."I've got everything ready. The dress is beautiful, the invitations have been sent. Just yesterday, I was with your mother, finalizing some details..." She paced back and forth, telling him about each preparation."Yes, dear, it will be wonderful," he replied, still in front of his computer, looking at figures and numbers, checking data.He put the c
The invitations were delivered a month before the ceremony, and the photographs announcing the engagement were published weeks before the scheduled date. Mrs. Aya Tanarro met with Ankit Matsume, Tori's mother, in the morning. There was no doubt that the natural talent of the great Aunt Aya was to appear; they spent the afternoon selecting the menu for the grand reception that would follow the ceremony. "Tori wants something simple," said Mrs. Tanarro. "I agree with you, dear. A champagne tower is an exaggeration," she replied, realizing they needed to reduce some extravagances to lower expenses. Finally, the two came to an agreement, and Mrs. Tanarro returned to her small apartment, complaining about everything she had to do to hide her poverty while, at the same time, envying and criticizing Tori's mother. "That's not the wedding my Yukio deserves... And I had to endure that Matsume woman showing off her daring English hat. It doesn't even suit her; she has a round and chubby fac
Sotomayor fixed her gaze on that woman, appreciating every detail of her dress, her veil, and her slow and steady walk with her father's arm. She observed the bow that Yukio made to Mr. Matsume and received his daughter's hand in the center of the red carpet on the way to the altar. Yukio took her hand; they were just a few steps away from the minister of the ceremony. He walked with pride, but she simply didn't take another step.Sotomayor smiled; the envelope that Tori kept hidden behind the enormous bow of her dress didn't escape her detailed gaze. She recognized that envelope; she knew something was about to happen. She observed the troubled faces of the Matsume and the Tanarro; she enjoyed the show, although she had no idea what she had caused.She liked to play with chance, uncertainty, and destiny; she was excited to think about the countless possibilities that a situation like this could trigger. At that moment, she felt pleasure cou
Tori continued crying on the park bench; the elderly couple left quietly under the pretext of bringing her some water, but they had no intention of returning. At the first opportunity, they turned onto another path in the park.“ I keep seeing strange things in this park..."“ Poor girl, she's heartbroken... Should we go back and help her, dear?"“ If you go back, I'll leave you outside the house, as if I didn't know you just want to keep staring at her legs... Come on, walk towards the house!... Move, it's getting late!"Tori hugged herself, burying her head between her legs. The idea of growing old with her beloved Yukio faded from her mind. A strange contradiction was growing inside her”on one hand, the desire to return to his arms, and on the other hand, the sense of freedom she had experienced hours before made her feel liberated.A hand landed on her
Two hours later...Tori is dancing in the center of the dance floor, surrounded by many men who look at her with desire and lust. The naive little girl is left behind, as is the puritanical woman who couldn't enter a place like this. Her movements in the center of the dance floor accentuate the curves that her dress's corset emphasizes. From the bar, Sotomayor watches her, as if she were the older sister whose duty is to protect her. She raises her glass and toasts in her name as Tori smiles back.She rushes toward the bar and continues to consume a few drinks. "I've danced enough... Now it's your turn!" She pushes her onto the dance floor. "Show me how they dance in Paris!"Sotomayor obeys, stands in the center of the floor, and starts moving sensually like a cat in heat. Her entire body becomes one with the music. She uses her hat as an element of the frenzied dance, gradually attracting glances and ending up surrounded by guys and girls dancing around her. Tori puts down the glass
She returned to the building and tried to enter as if nothing had happened, but the security guard prevented her from gaining access to her own apartment. Angrily, she asked why she couldn't enter her own apartment, and the guard didn't say much. He only pointed to the group of suitcases piled up in a corner and indicated that the lady had expressly requested to prohibit her entry.Her icy face turned pale. She lit a cigarette, driven by pride, she grabbed all her suitcases and stuffed them into the car as best she could and drove away. She had just become homeless with nowhere to go.She couldn't return to her mother and brother's place. He himself had said that he would never live in that small apartment again, enduring Yuselso's snoring and her mother's complaints. Worse yet, he had let his family know this after convincing his girlfriend to let him live with her.He also couldn't go to his best friend's house. With t
On the way to the hospital..."Can't you go any faster?""I'm doing my best, miss...""It seems he's reacting, he appears to be opening his eyes!" She was sitting in front of him, attentive to every one of his movements."Really?"... Emotion caused the old man to brake abruptly."Michael, concentrate and be careful!" She sat up, as the sudden stop had caused her to fall headfirst into Yukio's lap, making his hat fall off.Those brown eyes slowly opened, and he recognized the blurry image of a beautiful face adorned with those gray, bewitching eyes. In his state of lethargy, he didn't recognize anything happening around him. He raised his right hand and placed it on Sotomayor's cheek, caressing her face. Then he brought his other hand to the girl's head and stroked her black hair falling over her shoulders."Y-You're... so b-beautiful..." He pulled Jina's face towards him and kissed her on the lips.Sotomayor tried to pull away from the kiss, but Yukio continued to press his lips again