Chapter 8
375 Words
After a massage and a facial with cucumbers included, I went to my huge room, when on the way I came across two of the people I least wanted to see.
Adriana and Leonor.
“Evangeline... Is that you?”
I thought of pretending not to understand, but it didn’t look good, even if they had deserved it. With my best and most fake smile, I approached them and gave them two kisses in the air to each one.
“Hello, how are you?”
“Good...” said Leonor looking at me from top to bottom, without giving any credit.
Yes, it’s me, b***h, sixty-six pounds lighter and in better condition than you.
“You look...” she cleared her throat... “So beautiful...”
“Thank you, you too.”
“We knew you were living in France.”
“Yes, for about fifteen years... See you in a little while?”
“Yes... Of course.”
Why the f**k do they stutter?
I kept walking towards my room and I threw myself in bed, I hated them, really much.
Why did the past make me so vulnerable? No! That’s enough! That’s more than enough!
Something stirred inside me and as if a lion inhabited my body, I got up and began to prepare for the party.
With an unknown care, I made myself up, I tucked up my hair, I wore sexy underwear, as if someone was going to see it, but for a strange reason, I had discovered a long time ago that using it made me feel powerful and that was reflected in my attitude. It sounds vain, yeah, I know, but for me, who never felt attractive, it was a new sensation and I enjoyed it.
I put on my stockings, put on my dress, put on my shoes and looked in the mirror.
Oh, my God! Is that me?
I couldn’t believe that the beautiful woman looking at me in the mirror was me; she reflected a security I had never seen before, and that encouraged me.
Finally I sprinkled some perfume on myself, put on a necklace, my earrings, retouched my lipstick, took the clutch and went out to the Ballroom where the party would take place.
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