No one could fathom why Pamela had chosen to look so stunning for a simple Sunday lunch. Yet, there she was: a total diva, imposing and radiant, as if the meal had been organized in her honor.
Melissa, however, beamed at the sight. Seeing her friend so full of life was a relief.
Just yesterday, Pamela had been sobbing uncontrollably, seemingly spiraling into a deep depression. The storm, it seemed, had passed.
But as Pamela cast a defiant, sharp look at Fabrício, he felt that a different kind of storm was just beginning.
“Well, it looks like everyone is here, right?” Simeão asked, looking around the room.
“Jenny is still missing,” Melissa reminded him.
While they waited for the final guest, the group migrated to the kitchen, where the table was being set. Pamela made a point of walk
