Tara didn’t know what to think of Antonio’s options - or rather of his ultimatum. He wasn’t giving her much of a choice really, telling her they needed to live together whether it be at place or hers - his mansion or her one-bedroom flat.
The choice was not that hard to make, but it implied so many things, so many changes, she wasn’t sure she could deal with it. She needed time. She needed space. And most importantly, she needed advice.
Some time after she finished crying and Antonio had to use his home office to finish up some work, she grabbed the phone he had bought her, and dialed the only number she knew by heart - Carmen’s.
“Hello,” her best friend greeted upon taking what seemed like the umpteenth call. “Who’s this?” Her annoyed tone brought a smile to her friend’s face.
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