Giovanna

"What do you think of this dress? "Asked Gisele, turning to me with the clothing still hanging on a hanger, which at the moment was in front of her body. "It looks light and elegant, doesn't it? Give me an honest opinion.

"It's not as light as you would expect from a silk, it's made of nylon and has a ridiculous fit for our body type, so that makes the whole set ridiculous too. You will look like a whore inside him "I replied at the same time, crossing my fingers below my chin and watching my dear younger sister's face become totally blushed. "You are the one who asked for a sincere opinion.

“Jussara? Do you think it's possible for a dress to make me look like a whore? "Reclaimed Gisele, turning to our advisor, who at the moment was lying next to me in bed, typing cute messages with her boyfriend.

"No, you're wonderful," Jussara said in an automatic and vague tone.

I rolled my eyes and sighed softly.

"She says this to everyone who signs her check at the end of the month. Don't be fooled, Gi. Choose something else to use.

"I hate chic dinners," Gisele mumbled, taking the dress back to the cabin with a closet and returning with an even worse one. She positioned herself in front of the mirror, attached to the closet door, and admired herself for a moment. "Can't you, Gio, go alone and represent Jussara and me?

"And who said that Jussara doesn't want to go? "I asked, looking at my distracted advisor. "It's a dinner given by the prince. And he's the owner of this ship. So everyone is kind of obliged to attend.

"You're just making up an excuse not to be alone with your ex," accused Gisele, turning to me. The dress she held was pink, with a long skirt, but extremely loose at the waist, which still devalued our body. Silently, I made a face as if to say that that dress should be the last one for her to dream of wearing. My younger sister had serious problems with the fashion issue. "And I can't find a single dress that makes me presentable to the Royal entourage.

I really wanted to say that my younger sister was just a spoiled girl and that her complaints were futile, but even in the middle of the ocean, whose destination was an even more distant place, we were still surrounded by photographers and the local press. We were a brand known to the world. Women who were enriched by their success with business and by the sympathy acquired by public opinion. Therefore, choosing a dress, hairstyle, and even a personality to wear in public, was something that took time.

That's why I resisted that desire to always grumble that Gisele ran to our mother at the slightest sign of problems, instead of solving her situations alone, and I got out of bed at the same time she let go of the second dress and crossed her arms in a sulky way. I went back to the closet and took a black dress, whose shape was tighter on the torso, and it came loose in a smooth skirt with a side slit. It was not too low-cut, with the exception of a small heart-shaped cut between the breasts. He was demure, sober, but still sensual.

I went back to the room, pulled Gisele in front of the mirror and leaned the hanger of the dress against her bust. We had mixed all our clothes when unpacking. And I didn't even remember very well if the dress could one day have been mine, or hers. De Jussara was clear that no, considering that our advisor was as thin as a Russian model, unlike the women of the Gomes family, known for their voluptuous forms.

"Wear clothes that value your breasts and your waist, because our hip and ass already draw attention for themselves, and any dress that values the bottom, will harm the top," I advised, dropping the hanger in Gisele's hands and positioning myself next to her in the mirror. My little sister opened a shy smile. "We need to find out what your color palette is, since black matches, but pink is definitely not your color, Gi.

"Nothing that a good drama doesn't do," said Jussara, laughing as she rolled in bed and stood up. She observed when Gisele turned around with the right dress leaning against her body and clapped her hands. "As for the possible fear that Giovanna is of finding her former prince, I think the least we can do is be next to her.

"But who said I'm scared? "I grumbled again, rolling my eyes and moving away as soon as possible. "I hardly even remember that he is on this ship, along with all my ex-boyfriends and former best friends.

"Of course, and we believe," said Jussara, blinking an eye at Gisele.

"Oh, spare me," I complained when I heard the giggles that the two shared.

With the excuse of finding a worthy outfit for the occasion, I locked myself in the closet until I was sure that neither of them still had the idea that the prince could still cause me some insecurity. Even though it was true.