All my attempts to contact Jessy Jones were a failure.I even sent an email to his advisor, but either the person in charge was deliberately ignoring me, or it was a completely different person from that arrogant and strange friend who had taken me to his dressing room, because I had no answer and I was very clear in saying that he was a friend who had received the phone number of the famous and could no longer get in touch.In my head, it was impossible for them to think that I would be lying to be able to have access to the woman's personal life, no matter how much I had only started following her after that failed attempt to contact her by email. But, it must have been obvious only to me, because stopping to think about the amount of followers she had, the probability of my message having beenI tried to call with the blurred number of my wet wipe, and was attended by gypsy people who promised me to find love in three days " which I really considered tempting, to see if I would fin
I sighed. A while ago, basically at the beginning of that friendship that began on a day when a letter from the bank was delivered to Emilia's mother's apartment and she came to return it to me, in which I noticed that she gave some signs of being interested in me. And not as a friend. In those days, I had made it very clear that I had no interest in getting involved with a younger girl. Emilia was twenty years old, we met when she was eighteen, even though she was of legal age, I never had any desire to exceed a limit beyond friendship. But in the last few days I was noticing that that hope was growing inside her again, but I was too empathetic to want to sound firm enough to push her away, so I tried to get around the situation."You need to eat so you don't get sick, Emi," I said in a low tone, using common sense. "Your mother already cares too much about your stepfather's shit, don't make her go through bigger problems with a sick daughter. Please, for her, for me, eat right. Not
The sun touched my skin like fingers of some very kind God, warming, invigorating. I used to like foreign countries because of the snow and the cold, because it engaged on social networks and turned an ordinary photo into something beautiful and enviable. But the warmth of my own country... The way climate change was drastic and unexpected, I would never stop loving it. My skin was white, but it was usually tanned, because clothing brands preferred skins in that tone to contrast with the pieces, unlike the catwalks that always preferred pale and very thin models.I would never have become a model if the world had not changed, if people had not realized that being fat or being short did not change the fact that I could represent a brand very well. Only, even in the face of these changes, a lot of prejudice existed around the patterns of ideal bodies. I've never tried to lose weight, I've never had surgery, or applied something to make my face more angular. All my traits were natural, g
Joana laughed, but she stopped when she saw my expression of a few friends. I loved my sisters. I lived with them even though I had money to live quietly alone and even in another country. But sometimes, especially when it came to relationships, they irritated me. We all had our intimate problems that influenced our love lives. Joana, the sister who was born two years after my birth, had no relation to men or women since I knew her by people. I even had a suspicion that she was a virgin, even with twenty-six years on her back.Janine and Julie, the twins who were most recognized by social networks in the last five years, were those who never spent more than a week without a new boyfriend. It never lasted. It always ended on the eighth day, and on the ninth they were already with another. Jackie was also decadent at this point, despite being the one among us with the kindest and cutest face "attributes that I always thought had been acquired because she was the youngest", it was still
Emilia and Henrique left before lunch, but Emilia returned a few minutes later because she said that her mother was not at home, and that her stepfather was already getting drunk. I didn't have the courage to say that I didn't want her there, even if being with Emilia for a long time in my house wasn't something that any neighbor would accept very well. My luck is that I always had a good relationship with everyone, even with Mrs. Cláudia from the apartment next to mine, who in addition to being the biggest gossip in the whole neighborhood, was still the person that all the residents always knew she kept looking day and night through the magic eye of her door to know what the neighbors were doing.Any noise, any furniture being dragged, and Mrs. Cláudia could tell with all certainty what was actually happening. At least having her in our building gave us security to travel or spend long hours away from home, since the woman was better than a dog and more efficient than an alarm. I ope
"Thank you, Emi, it's improving my self-esteem a lot," I mocked as I passed her, returning to the bathroom. He was small enough that she didn't even want to approach the door, but she stopped in the hallway and kept judging me, going down and raising her eyes through my body in that damn tight outfit. I rolled my eyes when I looked at myself in the mirror. "She has every reason to not want anything to me and to have deceived me. How could I think she had given me the real number?”"Don't think like that, friend," asked Emilia. "You don't even know if she was really just interested in making fun of your face, or do you? I doubt it's that. She may be wanting to help you with your fashion issue... Or, I don't know, maybe she talked to someone in the station's studio and they said good things about you.”I laughed and echoed all over the apartment. If there was one thing those people on the station wouldn't say, it would be about me. They hated me for no reason. They would never say good
"Girls, let's be a little calmer," said Joana, being sensible. The family lawyer. She stopped smbling and turned to watch us. "You act as if we were going to rob a bank, when we just want to have fun in the most discreet way possible.”"We are running away from home," argued Jackie, bothered by the situation. It was nothing new to anyone that she was always the most centered among all the sisters, that should be why she was our mother's favorite. She got up from my house, after buckled her boots to her knees. "And we are famous... The chance of kidnapping, robbery, murder, and quartering is quite great, you know?”Running away from home for a night out would have been very easy, if we weren't famous, we didn't have a large team of employees at home, social networks that needed to be updated, and a business mother who always had to know where we were and the reason for that. But, as we were nothing like that, it was very difficult to find a plan to prevent our mother from following us w
Lionel Jones was his name. Brother of my late father, and family lawyer. He was always involved in meetings, whether they were professionals or family members. He was that kind of uncle that no one liked to have around. Embarrassing, unnecessary and unkind. He did not have the same physical size as all of us, and he always had the right to say that we needed to reduce the amount of food in our meals.A hell of an asshole. My mother was his hostage, like all of us. Our father did the unfortunate favor of including his brother in his will, so he was practically our tutor until we went to court to prevent that. He never caused us problems, so we never involved a jury. But the man knew how to be a real pain in the ass.At the time of our arrival, he watched as Joana closed the door and approached. He always tried to make my sister lawyer, really liking the fact that she was the only one to follow in our father's footsteps, and his own. But she didn't make a point of sounding delicate or g