Heitor
The conversation with Luciano and Afonso was boring. Once again, they tried to convince me to work with the agency they represented, and again, I assigned that responsibility to my marketing department.
"Where are Catarina and Bernardo?" Luciano suddenly asked, looking around the pool area. "I'm sure she can help us with this."
I let out a contained laugh. Maybe they had a chance with Bernardo after all, as he also studied with us. Regarding Catarina, no chance. She would never get involved in something that is not part of her responsibilities at the company, but I wouldn't shatter my school friend's illusions, so I remained focused on my drink while Afonso and Luciano seemed to be looking for my girlfriend.
LizandraAfter a quick meal, I returned to the hammock on the balcony and once again tried to entertain myself with reading, even though my thoughts constantly drifted away, and I wasn't referring to the fantastic scenarios described in the book. The Bragança's house was huge, so I would never hear when everyone returned from the barbecue, but since it wasn't even two in the afternoon yet, I lay down peacefully until I heard a very loud crash.Did someone slam the door? That was the only thing I could think of. I quickly got up from the hammock and walked to the living room in time to see Heitor climbing the stairs two steps at a time. Yeah, he must be really upset to have slammed the door like that, I thought. I waited a few minutes for the others to enter, but no one appeared. Did Heitor come back alone? How strange.
HeitorDespite Lizandra's feigned shyness, our trip back to Rio was surprisingly pleasant. I confess that being with Catarina never brought me the same feeling as the company of the girl beside me, and even in the long silences between one topic and another, I felt quite comfortable just holding her hand.This time with Lizandra a certain detail about her aroused even more curiosity in me. I noticed that her hands were not thin and delicate like Heloísa's or Catarina's. They were thicker. I would even say somewhat calloused, as if she performed heavier work.Still, even if she was telling the truth about working for years as a housekeeper at her aunt's inn in São Miguel do Gostoso, that doesn't mean she's not the scam artist I believe she is. This may even be t
HeitorI left Lizandra in her room; she didn't want to see my grandfather before I talked to him about the big turn of events in Angra. So, after unpacking my luggage, I went in search of Grandpa, and unsurprisingly, I found him in the TV room with Jaime and Cristina watching some reality show."I see everything's fine around here.""Already back?" Grandpa asked, pretending to surprise but was attentive to the TV set. "I thought you'd only return tomorrow.""My boy, we missed you here," Cristina said, hugging me as if I had been away for a month, not just two days."I know you saw me arrive through the cameras, don't pretend to be surprised, Grandpa."
LizandraStaying in the room going over everything that had happened in the last few hours was making my nerves frayed. I couldn't stay still, just thinking about how surprising and wonderful everything was, while at the same time feeling guilty about the end of Catarina and Heitor's relationship.The fact that I tried to look at social media and saw a phrase that perfectly fit my current situation only made me feel even worse about everything that had happened. The phrase said something about "no one being happy by making someone else unhappy." It seemed like a sign that I was going down the wrong path and needed to distance myself from Heitor, the thought screamed in my mind.Before I could think about it, I decided it was better not to accept what Heitor was offering me.
CatarinaIt was Monday, and we were flying back to Rio by helicopter. Bernardo and I had postponed that moment as much as possible, especially after confirming that Heitor had arrived safely at his home. I confirmed this information with Mr. Vicente yesterday afternoon.In addition to everything that awaited us at home, we had also faced another problem: It was complicated to explain to Heloísa why Heitor had suddenly left Angra without revealing the real reason, but she ended up accepting the excuse of a couple's argument. Even though everything indicated that Heitor would expose the true reason for our fight to everyone, after all, nothing was left to his imagination, I still hope to use our old friendship as an argument to prevent him from doing that."I'm exhauste
HeitorAs always on board meeting days, my grandfather left the large conference room to go to the offices of some closer collaborators, people he admires and has personal affection for. Among them are Bernardo and Catarina.I wasn't bothered by that, quite the opposite. He would talk to Catarina, and I sincerely hope that Catarina listens to what Grandpa has to say first and doesn't expose what happened yesterday at the Mendonça's house. I know it's cowardly of me to expect others to do what should be done to me, but I'm just reciprocating cowardice with cowardice. Catarina didn't dare to tell the truth to me, her boyfriend for two years? I also didn't intend to expose the truth to anyone. We're even.I know my grandfather well enough to bet that he will even apologize on my behal
LizandraEven before opening the door, I knew it was Heitor. It was intuitive. It always happens when he's around, an alarming palpitation and a strange anxiety. So, I wasn't surprised to see him when I opened the door. But my heart seems to be in my throat."Can I come in?"I looked around the room and hesitated."What about talking in the living room?" I suggested uncertainly. "I'm tired of staying in the room."That excuse must have sounded very foolish to Heitor, but I didn't think it was a good idea to be alone with him, especially in a room. At least not now, when we are still starting something. I don't consider myself strong enough to resist that charming and charming Heitor that he has become now that he has decided to stay with me. Last night was a good indication of this fact."It won't be necessary," he said, but now he seemed suspicious. "I thought we could go out for dinner.""A dinner?" I repeated somewhat foolishly."Just you and me.""A date?" I realized that my voice
HeitorAfter a few minutes of debating which of the currently showing films we should watch and much insistence from Lizandra for me to decide for both of us, I ended up choosing a horror movie about witches that I had heard some employees discussing in the company cafeteria a few days ago. I had made a big mistake in my choice."Are you not enjoying it?" I asked in the lowest yet audible tone I could manage. Lizandra was quiet, and in the first few minutes, I even believed she was just focused on the movie. However, her many shifts in posture in the chair made me think otherwise now."I am," she said with a forced smile."You can tell the truth...""Shhh!" someone next to us said. It was inevitable not to look angrily at the annoying kid beside us. I received the same angry look in response. I returned my gaze to the cinema screen exactly at the moment in the movie when the two witches appeared suddenly, the first genuinely impactful scene so far. But it wasn't that which scared me;
LizandraThe journey to Amsterdam was something magical and special. Besides having the opportunity to be by my mother's side and learn more about her life and stories, which I had been deprived of for many years, I was also with Heitor, experiencing even more glorious days. We had various family outings, but we also had our alone moments, with romantic dinners and nights filled with love and, of course, intimacy. I also got to know Heitor better now that it was just the two of us in a place completely different from what we're used to. I learned a lot about Dutch culture and was surprised by Heitor's knowledge of some of the local customs.Unlike me, Heitor had already taken several international trips and wasn't easily surprised, which, at times, became quite amusing and entertained us.O
LizandraThe return to Rio de Janeiro felt like coming home. Despite spending my entire life in Gostoso, it never felt like a true home to me, unlike the Bragança mansion, which became home in the short time I've been living with them. It's all quite strange, considering it's not a house but a huge luxurious mansion, and the Braganças are very rich. Given my simple life, I shouldn't have adapted so quickly to all of this.But feelings can't be controlled, and despite all the differences among us, I genuinely like them all. Even Heitor had managed to carve a spot in my heart, even after being a jerk for some time. And that became the topic of the first family dinner after returning home."I need to thank all of you for welcoming my Lizandra and providing a home and so much love for h
HeitorThe days in Gostoso had passed quickly, and on Ash Wednesday, we were packed and ready to return to Rio, excited after those wonderful days. At least, that's what I thought until I went to Lizandra's room and realized she was still packing, and she even seemed a bit sad."Everyone is ready. We'll be leaving soon," I commented, offering to help her with the task. "Need help packing your bags?""In fact, I..." Lizandra didn't finish what she intended to say, and I felt my heart tighten. A strange mix of warmth and cold took over my body.Seeing her hesitancy to continue speaking, I quickly remembered the night when I felt she was hiding something from me.
HeitorTo everyone's joy, Lourdes Heeren was discharged from the hospital the next day, but with several medical recommendations to follow. Faced with this condition, Lizandra fully agreed with her stepfather to withhold from Lourdes the news that Lucrécia had been arrested for involvement in an international human trafficking ring, to prevent her from ending up back in the hospital.We decided to stay in Gostoso until after the Carnival holiday so that Lizandra could have more time with her mother and they could take the opportunity to get to know each other better.However, to avoid any contact between Lizandra Juliana, and Samuel, something I suspect must not be easy given the lies that the cousin lived for years, I suggested to Dann Heeren that they stay at the same hotel where
LizandraI looked at the woman lying on the hospital bed, not knowing what to do or say when they left us alone. Despite appearing quite debilitated among the white sheets, she remained extremely beautiful, and her smile added a different sparkle to her face."My dear daughter," Lourdes said, breaking the silence. "I'm so happy you came to see me.""I... I'm sorry," was the most I could say.Despite my awkwardness, Lourdes continued to smile and extended her arms in a silent request for a hug, which I accepted, even though I wasn't prepared for it. However, as I felt my mother's arms around me for the first time in so many years, emotion took over my entire being, and I felt that it would overflow through my eyes, as tears were about to roll down my face.
HeitorThe distance between São Miguel do Gostoso and Natal is only a hundred and fifteen kilometers, but the time we spent getting to the state capital was extremely distressing for Lizandra, and it was noticeable to all of us in the car with her.We left Gostoso at seven in the morning because Lizandra wanted to get to where her mother was as quickly as possible. If it were up to her, she would have done it the night before, as soon as she received the news from Bernardo. However, Dann Heeren informed her that the hospital did not allow visits outside normal hours and that it would be pointless to hit the road at night just to be in Natal.Despite my grandfather's insistence, Heloísa managed to convince him to stay at the hotel with Cristina and Leonardo, while my sister and Berna
LizandraFaced with the veiled threat made by Heitor, Juliana widened her eyes with genuine horror, and at that moment, she broke into compulsive sobbing, pleading with me repeatedly to forgive her. Meanwhile, Samuel hugged her protectively, his gaze also seeming to plead the same from me. It became clear to me at that moment that he truly cared for Juliana, but it didn't bother me, and I concluded that I didn't feel anything for Samuel anymore."Please don't send me to prison, please... please..." Juliana repeated in tears, hands clasped together. "I'm pregnant!"I had no intention of filing any kind of lawsuit against my aunt and Juliana. However, I didn't try to calm her down because she needed to feel at least a little fear to understand how serious what she did was. Now, however, upon hearing her revelation, I felt obligated to soften things."Calm down, Juliana," I said empathetically. "I don't intend to send anyone to prison."Juliana visibly sighed in relief, but her crying to
HeitorWhen Bernardo and Heloísa returned to Grandpa's suite, we all decided to go down for breakfast. It was already past nine in the morning, and there was no point in continuing to talk about Luciano's deceit, now that Lizandra seemed to be calmer."How about a dune buggy ride?" I suggested with enthusiasm. "Since we're here, we might as well enjoy the beauty of the place.""I love the idea!" Heloísa exclaimed."I'm not young enough for these adventures," Grandpa remarked. "I'll wait for my old friends right here at the hotel. But you should enjoy our little vacation.""I have a commitment, so I can't join you either," Bernardo explained. He didn't need to specify who the commitment was with; we all knew it was related to the formalities of the contract with the Heerens. I was pleased that he didn't mention the couple's name, as it's still a delicate topic for Lizandra, precisely when I'm trying to help her forget these issues for a few hours."And you, Lily?" I asked, noticing she
HeloísaWhen Bernardo looked up from his phone and stared at me with an expression of disbelief, I concluded that he still knew nothing about my crush. Catarina didn't tell him, and he found out at this exact moment, precisely when we were together in Grandpa's suite. I was even more surprised when he called me for a conversation, something I have no desire to do at the moment."Can we go to the suite?" Bernardo asked already in the hallway.I didn't want to talk to Bernardo right now, but as I couldn't avoid it, nothing more sensible than doing it in the privacy of my hotel suite, which is right next to Grandpa's room."I had no idea, Heloísa," was the first thing Bernardo said when we entered my suite. "We've always been