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The next night, it's past midnight when I get home. A laugh has just sounded around the apartment, and, dragging me inside with the weight of an exhaustive meeting on my back, I rethink if it was really a good idea to let Penelope have the copy of my key.My day was productive, but I could hardly think of much while filling me with paranoia related to what happened the previous morning.Convincing my mother that my fiancé was not called Dean was the most ridiculous role I've ever played. Letting Hunter treat her with intimacy and pretend to know about every damn detail about my family, was even worse. I couldn't look at him as I went to the clinic and left him there, in the care of Penelope. Much less did I manage to go home without removing myself as a consequence by letting my dark side take shape... I lost control for a single second, and it cost me a whole night of tears and nightmares.Now, after a hot and long bath, and deciding to be ready to deal with the happiness of others,
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Hunter still has fun with my reaction as he stands up with the help of the cane, staggering and gasping for the pain in his legs. He stares at me with a challenging glow in his eyes, and his posture exudes that predatory arrogance that I hate."You're not able to dance for me," you'repeated, sarcastic and mocking."Continue" encourage Penelope in a very audible hiss, her voice echoing in the waters. I don't turn around to see what she's doing."There is no music" I answer to Hunter, very satisfied with not having to taste anything for his stupid inflated ego. "And you won't use my weak point against me.”Without any warning, he steps in my way, close enough to touch my face. And that's exactly what he does."Too late, beautiful girl," whispers, caressing my cheek with a finger.The soft clamor of a piano resonates softly beyond where we are, and I don't need to turn around to know that it's one of Penelope's tricks. Hunter takes another step, lowering his hand to draw a path from my c
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Sleeping with the expectation of a trip is real crap.In the morning, exactly on the day scheduled for my wedding trip, I am tired of a sleepless night in evidence by the lethargy in my movements. I hardly pay attention to traffic while I'm on my way to the airport, ignoring shops and people in order to rush the step that can make all the difference in my future.As soon as I embark, I greet the crew of my private jet, and sink into the leather armchair, letting the beautiful flight attendant take care of my luggage."Didn't you sleep well last night? "Hunter's voice sounds with unknown care to my ears.With a heavy sigh, I open one of my eyes, lazy. He stares at me with green eyes weakly shaded by dark circles, a countenance bordering on wear and tear.“No.”"I think the armchairs can serve as a bed" he points to the empty seat next to him. I'm facing him. "There's a button that makes them drag.”I can't help my smile. It's funny to see your effort to maintain a pleasant conversation
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The plane does not suffer from shakes, and as soon as the route starts pleasantly, the commissioner approaches to find out if we need anything. Penelope asks for a dose of whiskey, Hunter settles with a coke, and I refuse the offer. I stand with my body a little unstable by fatigue, and stagger through the narrow corridor between the armchairs, passing from cabin to cabin until I find the bedroom door.I don't see anything wrong until I'm already throwing myself in my bed. The sheets smell like flowers, although there are none on the quilt. My desk holds a bucket with ice and a bottle of champagne, next to a large, round tray of fresh Oysters. The wooden cabinet attached to the wall is decorated with three bands of colored light wires, similar to Christmas ornaments, and yet delicate and beautiful.Everything seems to have been prepared with special care, as if they were welcoming a couple, and, indistinctly, I feel desolate. I'm on my way to a wedding that has nothing sincere, nor yo
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“Hey, wake up!”The sound of the voice that calls me sounds distant, lost in the twilight of my sweet dreams. I don't allow myself to wake up. On the contrary, I lazily curl up in a soft and warm support point within reach of my arms, nesting over what seems to be a calm breath, resonating in my right ear.Suddenly something inflexible collides and painfully presses my foot, and I force myself to open my eyes, ready to roar.It takes me a while to get used to the light, and even more seconds to understand that I'm on a plane. I raise a hand to my eyes, rubbing them carefully so as not to trigger the pain I feel in the back. My head seems to serve as a stage for an orchestra, throbbing at every sound of the outside world. I moan softly."Yeah, you managed to hang out on the day you should be as sober as possible! "Exclaims that same voice.I move my head with as few movements as possible, seeking to find Penelope. She is looking at me from above, smiling so much that her face looks fro
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The first thing I notice at the time of disembarkation is how heavy the desert climate is for those who are not used to it. My nose immediately clogs and an itch spreads at the tip. Once outside the airport, a rented Bentley awaits us under the direction of a driver with a friendly smile and dark hair cut close. I almost thank your feet for the air conditioning on at most.The route along the highway is tortuously long, and I spend most of my time watering my eyes with eye drops. Penelope grumbles from her dry lips, and I have to agree that mine are increasingly cracked. Hunter remains looking at every inch of road we travel, attentive and mesmerized with the buildings that rise in the distance.When the driver starts chatting with Penelope, saying he has been visiting the city since he was ten years old, I realize that we are approaching the region known as The Strip and I poke Hunter with his elbow."This is practically the center of all the best hotels and nightclubs in the city,"
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Tall and clumsy, Christian Johnson, the cousin that the whole family is ashamed to assume as a relative, has just cooled the plan that had everything to be perfect with his stupid question.All heads turn to me, and I get mute. The lie we told my mother was so lame that I don't have the courage to repeat it out loud. In my defense, I wasn't expecting a party. If I had known that I would find half of my family gathered to crucify me, I wouldn't even have dared to open my mouth."Dean is Hunter's best friend," I joke a little. "When Hunter had problems with his cell phone number, he passed his friend's contact, and my mother got confused between the two. My fiancé has always been Hunter!”I don't even convince the elderly lady sitting in the corner of the couch. My grandmother analyzes Hunter's physiognomy, squeezing her eyes enlarged by the immense prescription glasses."Did you change your fiancé, dear? "She asks."If it's ever been difficult to get one, imagine two," says Christian,
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"Cliché" mocks Christian. My mother watches the scene with a little more attention."The cliché gave me a wonderful woman. "Hunter doesn't look away from Christian. "What did your pride bring you?”Christian opens his mouth, I don't know if he's shocked or ready to let out another mess, but my mother is faster and hits his ear with a strong slap."Don't be ridiculous in front of people who are not in your family, Christian. We can't put up with you anymore, imagine someone from outside!”My family scream in a collective laugh, Hunter also manages to laugh a little. I'm so nervous that I don't even risk moving my lips. I can always say some nonsense or give myself up in the laugh.“Man, I liked you! "Exclaims my older brother, giving Hunter his place on the couch. "Sit down, tell me how you managed to endure my sister's paranoia for so long.”Hunter settles down, looking so big on the small couch, that my relatives around him are just aged children. He rests his cane on the wall and st
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