Helena helped Ella apply her makeup to go out. The persistent knot in her stomach made her uneasy, and she couldn't stop thinking that Xavier might try more than just a kiss that night.
"I'm scared, Helena. What if he tries something?"
"He won't, Ella. There's a tradition. He was born in the United States, came to Brazil, but his family still follows the traditions of the Italian mafia."
"Tradition? What tradition, Helena? Helena, answer me."
At that moment, the doorbell rang from the outside. Xavier had arrived. Ella went downstairs and found him waiting. The conversation with her sister-in-law would have to wait for another day.
"Good evening."
"Good evening."
"Can I take Ricardo along with the other security guards?" It was her attempt to ensure some protection.
Xavier simply sh
