*** "List, thank you," I give myself one last look in the mirror. "I already told you that you're beautiful, like a model," she stops playing with my hair, I turn around and face her. "You're gorgeous," I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I like you and consider you a friend." "Thank you," she looks down. "Look at me," I demand, and she obeys, revealing those shining eyes. "Don't cry over something that's true, and now I'm leaving because that man must be bored and regretting coming." "He'll see that the wait was worth it," I have to imagine that Mrs. Dulce must think I'm a slut for not wasting time. "That man is my husband, and I'm sorry I didn't invite you to my wedding, but it was so fast that I didn't even realize when it happened," I spoke so quickly that I confused her even more than she already was, "I'll explain it to you later, maybe step by step." I leave the room like a ghost, an angel takes me, and in a couple of minutes, I'm entering the living room. "I thought you
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