I'm being insensitive.
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My head becomes a workshop after I leave Dominic's apartment. I spend a hot and lonely night.
That man's mouth reminds me of paradise.
The way he approached me, the openness he showed, all of it leaves me astounded. I want to believe that I'm not so lost in this man's web.
Older men can be more Machiavellian than younger ones. After almost three years with the same person, it seems like I freed myself somehow by allowing this openness.
I might be moving too fast, but you see, I have a plan.
"We could hire someone to beat him up," Charlote suggests, throwing out an idea that, though reckless, isn't the worst I've ever heard.
She gave several ideas on how to get back at someone.
She talked about setting his house on fire.
Putting him in a car and throwing him off a mountain.
Even shaving his head.
She saw how much I liked him and was expecting more than just a betrayal.
She understands my outrage.
"Charlote?!" My tone sounds more surprised than reprimanding.
She sighs, sliding the cup across the table with a soft noise, and plunges into her thoughts while she analyzes the offensive messages Lucas sent me.
The harsh words, the tone of disdain, it all resonates in my mind, fueling the fury that has been simmering inside me for so long.
See, I wasn't alone in this.
Lucas was provoking.
I would never go back to him.
I can't just let this slide. Not after everything he's done. The betrayal, the lies, the pain he caused... It all demands a response, a settling of scores.
But Charlote's idea of hiring someone to hurt him isn't the solution. Not yet. I don't want to stoop to his level, I don't want to become someone who inflicts pain for revenge.
I need something more... intelligent. Subtle. Something that will make him pay for what he did, without needing to dirty my hands.
Just like what I'm trying to do.
"Charlote, I think we need to think of something. The first step with Dominic has been taken," I say, my voice sounding firm and determined. "We need to get him."
She looks at me, her blue eyes reflecting concern and uncertainty. Charlote has always been impulsive, acting first and thinking later. But now, faced with the seriousness of the situation, she seems willing to listen.
Have I become a bad person? Probably.
But no one felt what I felt.
"Are you going out with Mr. Barette? When?" She asks, her voice filled with curiosity.
"I don't know. I'm not at that part yet."
"Lucas is going to have a big surprise when he realizes."
"We're going to hit him where it hurts the most," I reply, my mind already formulating a plan. "I want to look at his face and know that he feels sorry."
"Anny? Some people deal with betrayals differently. Take it easy."
At this moment, I realize that I am being insensitive.
It's almost eight in the morning, and we're about to start the new fashion campaign alongside my mother.
I should be thinking only about that, but it's not just that passing through my mind.
"You didn't see how he still thinks I'm his, Charlote? This is the third number he's gotten in less than three days. I'm not the kind of girl who gives up. Enough."
"I just don't like the way he's talking to you, Anny. If at any moment you feel threatened, file a report, okay?"
"I'll be fine. Lucas is just regretful and frustrated. He won't do anything to me."
"You always say that. In the end, you call me to have coffee before starting a day, talking about the plans that are in your head. You kissed your ex's father!"
"No matter what happens, no matter how difficult it is, I won't rest until he feels the same pain he caused me. Lucas will pay. And I'll make sure of it."
"Maybe beating him up would be better than going after his father. Besides, this man isn't playing around. He got too interested in you too quickly. You, with that dark hair, that amazing skin, and dark eyes, look like a Megan Fox, Anny. Do you understand that it's not just your revenge at stake? Your beauty, who you are. Do you really want to hand it over to an older man in the name of revenge?"
"I know that, but I just need to be quick and efficient. We'll dissolve this faster than we think."
"You're crazy Anny."
" Will I get better as a person? I will. But only now, in this moment, I need this. More than self-love or self-confidence. I want him to feel what he lost, but I want it to shake every part of him. So he can learn."
"I don't want to see an i***t cursing you by message or an old man using you. You're young and beautiful. Regardless of the plan, Anny. Is that okay?"
"When haven't I taken care of myself?"
"Well..."
My mother's sudden entrance interrupted our conversation, and Charlote and I turned to look at her. Her eyes, so familiar and comforting, met ours with an expression of understanding and affection.
She seems to have caught part of the conversation, and I hope I don't have to explain myself to her.
"Betrayal is not something you choose, it happens without you or anyone else expecting it. You're not to blame. You may feel awful at the end of the day, but you'd feel even worse if you were with the person who did this. Some endings are necessary. I hope you're not lamenting this breakup, daughter."
My mother's words echoed in the room, filling the space with a wisdom that only she possessed. I stared at her, marveling at her serene and comforting presence. Mom was more than a renowned stylist; she was a safe harbor in the storms of life.
She wasn't like those bourgeois women. She had essence.
"I'm glad you're here, Mom," I murmured, feeling a comforting warmth spreading within me.
"How are you, aunt?" Charlote greeted, showing the affection she had for my mother.
"I see my girls got out of bed very early to meet me," my mother joked, as we rose to greet her.
Our relationship was more than just family; it was a deep connection of love and mutual understanding. Charlote wasn't just my friend; she was part of our family, an extension of myself.
I met Charlote in kindergarten, a girl with clear eyes and a radiant smile who quickly became my confidante and adventure companion. Since then, we've shared laughs, tears, and secrets, facing life's ups and downs together.
My mother's gaze slid between the two, capturing the essence of our friendship in a single moment. It was as if she understood everything without us having to say a single word.
"You know, Mom, that Charlote is like a sister to me," I murmured, feeling grateful for her comforting presence.
" today, I want you to start the campaign. We have 24 exclusive outfits to design, choose, and make."
It was time to get to work.
With my mother's support and Charlote's friendship by my side, I knew I could face any challenge life threw at me. After all, when you have loved ones around you, no obstacle is insurmountable.
But my plan would continue.
I wouldn't stop.
"Shall we start working?"
I pause for a second, analyzing the new message from the unknown number.
Everything seems too fast, and it feels scary.
Dominic got my number.
I still don't know how I'm going to deal with him, but I can reply to his invitation later.
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