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The blush had not left her cheeks yet, even though the kiss had been a full ten minutes ago.

She knew that her relatives would never stop talking about it, at all the family reunions she would be reminded of how she had kissed a man in front of everyone, or rather, how she had been kissed by him, by a wealthy guy.

She could almost hear everyone's voices, intoxicated by happiness, she knew that none of them saw beyond the money Leonardo had, it was obvious. More than once, she had taken her boyfriends to a family dinner, and they had been strongly criticized and rejected, not because they were worse than him -in fact, many of her old boyfriends were not as bad as her family wanted her to think-, but because they were not rich, like the man who drove the car where she was, looking out the window in a lost way. Thinking, thinking. Her mind was unraveling drop by drop, the thoughts would drive her crazy.

There was only silence between them, one too uncomfortable, she did not want to be ki