Love Tales

When Priscila got off the bus, everyone turned to her. They seem more fun than hostile. She thinks her clothes attract attention. She's definitely attractive, but this is no place for fancy clothes. I've never been to Fernando, Goiás or Paraná. I'm in Paulo, a cattle town in the north of Brejo Alegre. The women wore bright, colorful cotton dresses, the men, tanned and dirty, in Tshirts and shorts.

Priscila looks like a Vogue model, but she doesn't look like a magazine model. She was the product of luxury, a delicate, delicate blonde. No one looking at him would believe he needed attention, which he never got in his entire life. She is a rich and poor girl who has material comforts instead of affection and love.

His father was a wealthy financier, John. At age 10, Priscila went to boarding school, and after college, she was sent to Europe to get "a good polish", according to her mother, Mariana. Priscilla asked for nothing more than good looks, good manners and marriage with the man her parents chose: Nathanael.

Even in the heat, the memories made Priscila shiver. Nathanael felt physically attracted to her and wanted to lay her down. The girl was absolutely sure that she would not marry him. It would be another great addition to Nathanael's collection.

The bus driver placed the luggage beside him and smiled.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

No thank you. We're early, aren't we? Priscilla asked with a smile as she sat down on the bench.

"No, it's time. Has anyone come to get you?

My Aunt. Priscila felt better saying that. "Hope you have a good holiday." Oh

The driver greeted her and quickly got out, enjoying her charming smile, if a little sad.

Priscila stopped looking at everyone and looked at the clock. He hoped Catarina would come soon. Catarina, her mother's beautiful and humble older sister, is a very nice and kind person, warm, generous, cheerful and enjoys life. Margarida da Silva, one of the best painters in the country.

Catarina lived and worked in Brejo Alegre for a year while exploring the unique and fascinating landscapes of the rest of the country. And Catarina's last show in Ibitinga, the country's capital, gives life to the magic of the place. Even Priscilla's father, a very observant collector, captured a stunning photo of water lilies in a dark blue lake.

How angry my father is with me, thought Priscila. He is no poor coward, unable to face the threat that stands in his way. Her father always worried her and her mother decided that her daughter should bow to her superior decisions. There are important things to consider when planning a good marriage: nurturing each other, mutual friends, maintaining family assets. It can be a business and love will come. Nathanael is attractive and ambitious. Together they will reach the pinnacle of success.

Mariana is always shopping and her husband never tries to stop her. Her beautiful clothes, her jewelry, the way she is happy is just a way to make her happy. Priscila doesn't care about the country of her parents. For him, everything is a glass cage.

Minutes passed and Catarina did not appear. Priscilla looked at the phone booth. Maybe you should call. Reluctantly, he ran a hand through the hair tied at the nape of his neck.

It was late, but very hot. Peering through the trees, he saw the bus driver point out a tall, thin male, dressed exactly like a character from a western: a scarf loosely tied around his neck, a blue denim shirt and skinny jeans, a dusty hat. , luxurious snakeskin belt and tasseled vest. He quickly turned his head and Priscilla saw a gleam in those strange eyes, almost shining through his tanned skin. What are they going to talk about?

Priscilla didn't have to wait long to know that the tall male was approaching her with all the smooth, wellproportioned beauty of a leopard, his eyes drawn into hers.

"You look so lost!" His voice was so charming and he looked so surprised that he almost stopped laughing. Right?

Priscilla seemed to see something in him: piercing gaze, aura of authority, masculine authority surrounding him. He reminded her of her father, a strong, cold, independent male.

"Someone is following me." he said quietly.

He is sure? Her voice was dry.

Yes thanks. he replied waiting for the boy to leave. Males like you harassed you. Despite his elegant attire, he knew he was more than just a cowboy. He is confident, competent and polite.

"Are you Priscilla?" The Male frowned and asked.

"Yes, I..." He wondered how he got there.

"You too!" he said looking into her eyes, hair, face and expensive clothes. Its long, slender legs are also visible.

How do you know? Her eyes showed surprise.

"Catarina has a picture of you on the piano. You must have been ten when the photo was taken, but not much has changed. You still have that missing girl. Let me introduce myself. I'm Paulo, your aunt's neighbor. You don't need to be too scared.

I am not! "It was unbelievable, but he was shaking and he couldn't hide it. Not those eyes.

"You're not running, are you?" he asked sharply. "Catarina has told me many times about her beautiful niece. Why did you come here?

"I want to see Catherine.

"Then you must have some problem. He looked at her closely and felt the pulse in her neck. "Do you know you're coming?"

That makes sense! There was anger in his soft, gentle voice. "I'm waiting for you to come."

"Well, we better check. Maybe you got the date wrong or Catarina was at work and forgot the time.

Priscilla didn't answer, although she was thinking about it. She hated the amused look in his eyes, the mischievous look of amusement.

"I better call," he said as he got to his feet.

Let me call. I think you might be emotionally depressed.

Is not. I am well.

"Okay, no problem! I'll call Catarina and say hello to your beautiful niece. Great, if you don't mind me saying that.

Confused and scared, Priscilla watched him walk to the phone booth. He had never met such an open male in his entire life. He impressed her; cleanlined face, straight bridge of nose, high jaw and square mouth, but his chin was that of a strong, fierce male.

He wants to know if Paulo is married. If so, poor thing, because he seems to be pushing and doing it for you. After a long time, the person picked up the phone, and saw a white smile in the corner of his mouth. He has big teeth and long hands holding a phone. Next to him, handsome Nathanael would look like a doll. The two must have been around the same age, thirty or so, but this male was where he wanted to be. That's when Priscila realized that the city was named after her! The last time she saw Catarina at a concert in Ibitinga, her aunt didn't mention that name to anyone, although she seemed to know Catarina well.

Paulo kept waving because he was always welcome. Apparently, he was known.

"Have you spoken to your aunt yet?" His voice was calm, but it really scared him.

"Catarina thinks she will be home on Friday. Now I scare you.

"But... I said I'd come at twentyone. "Priscilla is a bit ambitious.

"You stutter a little when you're nervous. It's actually adorable. Catarina thought she said twentythree, but that didn't matter. He apologized and I'll take him right away. With much approval, Paulo picked up his bag. The bus is not far. You will definitely prefer it to the bus. At least it has air conditioning.

Priscila has no choice but to go with Paulo. He was quite tall, but she felt small when he looked at her with those funny eyes.

"Calm down," Paulo said calmly. "Do you like heat?"

Yes, I am very happy.

"You've had a stressful day. He nodded and looked around.

"I see the city is named after him.

"We have a small stake in this," he said with a smile.

Do you have any assets?

"Yes, his name is Victor. Hope you see it. We raise cattle and racehorses. Some of them participated in competitions.

Truth? Priscilla's face showed an amused expression. "The only race I watch in Maringa is at Inrter Lagos.

"I'm sure it was filmed many times. She looked at her beautiful clothes that had a special tag.

"I'm not looking," Priscilla said quietly.

Not really, but photographers don't do anything without a pretty face.

They passed a line of cars and Paulo stopped behind a large truck.

"Did you stay long?" Catarina is happy to have you here.

I know. You are the sweetest and kindest person in the world.

"And you won't be home." He touched her elbow lightly and pointed to the passenger side.

Startled by her vision, Priscila closed her eyes for a minute. Paul must know why he is there. Catherine told him? It's because? It hurt him and he avoided looking at her as he got into the car.

"Catarina, did you tell me why I'm here?" He howled and asked.

"My love, I just told you I needed a...vacation.

"Catarina has been my beloved aunt since childhood. He helped me a lot on many occasions.

"Did you have any problems?"

"I don't think I should answer your question, although I appreciate your help...

"But you don't have to tell me!" I'm smart enough to figure it out. You are not happy for Varao.

"Sirius!

He cried a little.

"Don't worry, you'll forget about it in a month," he said with a laugh.

Paulo pulled out of the parking lot and ignored her until they were almost out of town. Though she's not a big fan of costumes, Priscilla has never been indifferent to the fact that males find her beautiful and desirable, but now she's found a disturbing exception. He was polite enough to Paulo, despite the anger in his gray eyes. Catarina probably told him something about her family to let him know that he wouldn't strive for anything in his life but a loving relationship, but Paulo didn't care. He was a cold person with a sarcastic style and he knew Priscilla would crumble under pressure.

Priscilla looked confused when Paulo suddenly spoke.

Sorry. What do you say? he asks.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?"

Inside you. I thought you didn't love me.

"Don't be so serious!"

"So you don't deny it?" She smiled and saw his eyes glued to his mouth.

"Is it so bad that you can't fascinate me?"

"I'm not trying. She was telling the truth, but he looked at her skeptically.

"Then don't laugh." Even my stone heart trembles sometimes, girl!

You is not married? Priscilla asked.

"How smart you are! I thought it odd that you weren't married or engaged.

"By choice," she said, blushing.

"Tell me about it. For a pretty girl, you seem full of complexes and inhibitions. That's strange for a society doll.

"Are you sure I'm one?"

"Maybe a sad little doll!" I'm sure you're an only child.

Catherine told him.

"Don't worry so much! Catherine told me a few things. You know how your aunt is. Despite everything, you are fascinating.

"And you are a very rude Man!"

"It must come as a shock to discover that you can't win over every male you meet.

"To be honest, I don't like men in general.

Why? he asked as if forcing her to admit it.

- I don't like it because you think you're better.

"But we are better, my little one. Now and ever.

"It's like I said, you really don't want to take me seriously!"

"Well, I have a feeling, Priscilla, that if I do that, it could be the end of me.

"Is there still a long way to go?" We've been out of town for a while now.

"It's only a few kilometers to Catarina's house.

"It's very isolated, isn't it?"

"Your aunt likes it that way, but we keep checking on her.

"What about Victor?"

"Start at the river.

"This country is very beautiful," she said after a while. "Beautiful, strange and wild.

"If you want to know more about this part of the world, from the beginning, I have a large library at your disposal. Several of the historical records were written by members of my own family, and we treasure my greatgrandmother's journals. The north of Brasilía was a very wild place and it took a lot of courage to conquer the desert. There are many stories that might interest you. Tales of pearls, gold and precious stones; sugar and cattle hunters, buffaloes and crocodiles. There are even legends of curses that blacks laid on their white masters. In the old days, Polynesians were dragged off the islands and forced to work in the cane fields. Life was wild, with violence and criminals. In certain areas, the wild Man was fond of feeding his enemies to crocodiles.

And your family? I do not know anything about you.

"My father is dead. He was an extraordinary horseman, even though he was reckless with an animal that strayed from the herd. My two sisters, Luiza and Larissa, are married. One of them lives in Votuporanda and the other in Venceslau. My mother shares her time between the three of us. I often see her in the winter when the weather is perfect. He can't stand the heat."

"So you manage the estate yourself?" Paulo looked at her with a half smile.

"As a matter of fact, I have many servants. But let's forget about that for now. Talk about you.

"Not much to say. Sometimes I think I don't really exist.

Oh my God! he exclaimed dryly. "And are you ready to accept this situation?"

Not. You're right, I'm in crisis.

"Because of the Man.

I did not say that.

"Come on, what else could it be?" It's obviously not money, so it must be love. Paul laughed as he spoke.

"Yes, really laugh. I deserve.

"I don't want to torture you, but it looks like you're running away.

"You make me feel stupid and weak.

It's not that. I'm trying to figure out what's bothering her.

Can I know why? she said a little bitterly.

"Catarina is my friend and I like her very much. It's natural that I should be interested in your niece. I've heard a lot about you. For starters, I know how nice and easygoing you are.

"Are you saying Catarina is exaggerating that she wasn't telling the truth?"

Not. You are kind, but also very shy. What happened?

"Does not matter." You might like Catarina a lot, but that doesn't mean you have to like me.

"No, I do not want." Why don't you exercise your rights and send me to hell?

"Because I don't care.

Very well! I see you have a personality.

Now Priscilla was embarrassed for being so rude, but Paulo was enjoying it. For a moment, she had an overwhelming urge to hit him, a feeling so foreign to her nature that she was horrified.

"Think about it," he said.

About what? The thought of him reading his mind was unbearable.

"You wanted to hit me. Her eyes turned green.

"I hate males like you," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I've known them for years.

Real? That's a very strong statement. You never met a man in your life...

"Where is Catarina's house?" she complained, trying to change the subject.

"Okay, stop worrying. Perhaps this vacation is exactly what you want. You are an unusual girl and it will take some time to discover your hidden secrets.

"I certainly won't discuss them with you."

"You surrender every time you open your mouth. One thing's for sure, you're afraid of men.

You are crazy! I have many friends.

"Didn't you know you were afraid of males?" He looked at her with pity. Which is? Don't cry, Priscilla!

"You are cruel," she muttered.

I am realistic. You don't like to know yourself. It takes courage to break out of prison. - As he spoke, he turned off the road onto a dirt road. "Catarina rented a farm across the street. Like you said, it's pretty isolated, but it's under my protection. The land belongs to me and no one will disturb it. For the sake of us all, try to get that hurt look off your face.

That's right. Priscila lowered the "sun", looked in the rearview mirror and replaced it. Her eyes are big and blue, her mouth more vulnerable than usual. What an impossible man! Paul has everything he wants, and if he wants more, he's going to take it anyway.

The sunset makes the sky beautiful. He had never seen anything like it before: red, pink, yellow and purple blended together perfectly. Then they approached the farmhouse, a white clapboard house with green pipes and a rusty red roof. Everywhere I looked I saw flowering plants, beautiful poinsettias and phoenixes, bright yellow cinnamon and sacred cinnamon, jasmine and oleander that seemed to grow at will.

"I've never seen such strange trees!" What makes the North different is the abundance of flowers", commented Priscila about the beauty.

"The rainy season is always like this. All the plants and trees seem to know that the rain is coming", commented Paulo.

They passed through the entrance, a beautiful forest of dark pink vines and a gate covered in the same flowers. It was as beautiful as a painting, a verdant landscape adorned with many colors. Even the old wooden house pleased him with its honeysuckle. When Priscilla looked up from the front door, she saw Catarina come out with her arms outstretched and almost tripped over the dog as he walked past her.

"Priscilla!

Eagerly, Priscilla opened the car door, expecting a warm welcome. Like a happy child, she ran to give Catarina a hug, and both of them almost cried with joy.

"Oh Melissa!

"Nice to meet you dear!" Catarina hugged me tightly. "Will you forgive me for changing the date?"

I forgive! Paulo replied, smiling at them. "Because I had the chance to bring Priscila to the farm.

"Paul, darling!" I'm so glad you're my friend. Thank you for everything. You're going to drink, aren't you?

"See you next time, Catarina." I'm sure you have a lot to talk about.

"Oh, we heard you!" This is so amazing I can't believe it. Priscila has a busy life and I don't think she will have time to visit.

"He told me he wanted to come. Paulo looked at Priscila with humor. "And he was as handsome as you told me.

"Yes good!" Come have dinner with us soon, Paulo.

"I thought you might want to throw a party to welcome Priscilla home." he said quietly. "I'm happy to be donating my house." It is big enough to accommodate many people and everyone can spread out in the garden.

How sweet you are!

Catarina looked at her with such appreciation and gratitude that Priscilla had to change her expression.

"Do you want this, honey?" Catarina turned to him, her eyes shining. "Paulo has a beautiful house!

Indeed! Priscila replied as if she couldn't see the irony in her eyes.

~ Are you sure?

He even teased her in front of Catarina.

"If that's not a big deal.

"I think that's great about you, Paulo!" Catherine commented. "I insist on asking you to accept this painting on my behalf.

"I'll buy it, Catarina," he replied. "High investment. How are you?

We will! Catarina said happily and ran to get the dog's leash. "I have to get Rudson so she doesn't follow you.

"I'll get my luggage and go home first. It looked too small for a princess.

"Ignore him, he's funny!" Melissa smiled. "He even advises me on my paintings.

"Unusual!" Priscilla said shyly. She will probably have to learn to hide it from Catarina.

he takes on Paul. In short, Catarina is a very good judge of your personality, but she doesn't see your worst side. An intelligent and interesting woman who, despite earning a lot of money, always claims her right to live. He should serve you for that. Priscilla saw him pick up the bags and put them on the porch. Then he returned to them.

"I can see that Rudson is happy to welcome another person into the family," he said.

"Paul bought it for me," Catarina said with a smile. "Rudson is a great friend and supervisor.

"I don't think you grew up with a pet," Paulo said, watching Priscila casually pet the dog.

"It's not his fault!" Some people don't like pets or large families. I remember a hot, sickly fiveyearold girl looking for a kitten and instead finding an expensive doll with blonde curls and a dress made of red strawberries.

Priscila said: "I still remember, but I don't remember crying.

I remember. I was there. Catarina fixed her hair. The wind blows, bringing with it the scent of flowers.

What do you think of Saturday? Paul asked.

Look great! Melissa agrees. "But you have to let me pay for food and drink.

"Never." He talks to Laura in the morning and tells her what you want. He is very knowledgeable and loves to party.

"Who would not like!" Thank you Paulo, you always help me and I will find a way to repay you.

"Until Saturday." I'm going. Nice to meet you, Priscilla.

"I want to thank you. I never thought someone would be so kind to organize an event for me.

And happiness!

Priscilla couldn't help but think he was a stranger. Invading her privacy, publicly criticizing her and partying! Catarina happily waved at him and almost at the last moment she raised her hand. Not that it seems necessary. Melissa is so beautiful.

"Let's go inside," Catarina said with a smile. "You can tell me anything you're afraid of while I'm cooking for us.

"That's the whole story!" For two hours they had breakfast on the porch.

"Then I'm sure we'll hear about Mariana," Catarina said with a laugh. "I'm so glad you came, honey. That's the best you can do. Nobody can force you to marry. And inhumane!

"I think you'll fall in love with Nathanael after you get married!"

"Perhaps, but what I can tell you is that you don't even love him," Catarina said thoughtfully.

"I like him," Priscilla replied in a low voice. "But then he realized that the important thing is money and being a member of society. I can only be his puppet to show in front of others. Without love, without compassion, without connection, I will trade a golden cage for another golden cage.

I don't know! In a way, you've been bullied since you were a kid and it's not like you're angry. There are certainly many attractive males in your circle of friends. Why Ricardo?

"Because my mother loves him and Richard is my parents' best friend. I've seen Dad look at him once or twice as if he has some limitations, but Nathanael knows how to please his mother. I think she sees him as the son she never had.

"Your mother never wanted another child. I remember hearing you say 'enough' when I was a child. I thought his father wanted a child, but Mariana rejected him and quit for a living. Money They never cared much like you.

"I never missed anything," said Priscila.

"But now you have to run away from home.

Truth! Priscilla crossed her arms over her knees and looked up at the starry sky. "Are you going to call me a coward, Catarina?"

"I can tell she's a sweet, sensitive girl who had a tough upbringing. Mariana and João have strong personalities, but they don't win them over. You're the only one. Scared.

"I think I should have stayed there. I'm not as fierce as my mother, but I have to fend for myself. I'm sure your friend Paulo despises me.

"Paul? What are you talking about?

"I think he can read minds. You can tell right away that I'm running.

"Paul's vision is sharper than most people's and he uses that to deal with them. What did you think of him?

"He seems to hate public puppets. That's what you told me.

"I told you you were a prankster. You are always in a closed circle. It will be fun to meet different people. I could even say that Paulo is stronger than his father, but he was dedicated to the world and people. Paulo's interests are manifold and he gives good jobs to many, not to mention what he does for the state. The Paulo family has a great history in this part of the world and Paulo is well respected. I think you are an extraordinary person. He can totally play both a cow and a complicated Man. As you get to know him better, I'm sure you'll find him a refreshing companion. He can also play with your feelings.

"And this gentle Man is married, isn't he?" Priscilla asked.

"Well, there's no shortage of people who like you. I think he'll see Maycon Maycon on Saturday night. His father was a director at Paulo Estates. She's a very smart brunette and you'd be blind to see how she feels about Paulo. there is a relationship between them because they are very similar. Maycon, his father, was always at Paulo's house. His mother died before I got here. Maycon also has an older brother, a sad man, but the girls find him interesting . He has a certain position in the company, but that doesn't seem to matter much to him. And Maycon followed Paulo:

"He must be confident enough to catch it!" Priscilla screamed.

Indeed. She is very confident and I am sure Paulo will be able to fully satisfy her. That is, if he wants to and it looks like the situation is fully under control.

"I can't imagine him blurting something out. Priscilla stepped back, enjoying the beauty of the night. "He's not your average guy.

"Who can argue? You see, Saturday night. Priscilla smiled, looking happy and calm, and then.

the phone rang.

"I'll take it," Catarina said as she got to her feet with Rudson following her. "I have a feeling she is your mother.

"I didn't say I was coming, I needed to rest.

"Mariana will know you're coming with me," Catarina called out as she walked out into the hall. "Leave it to me.

Priscilla got up and followed her aunt into the house, her heart tight in the palm of her hand. Catarina is like a bloodhound and she is a coward, very scared.

It was his mother. He understood in seconds.

Yes, Mariana. You here! Catarina exclaimed and smiled. "Talking too much, the phone breaks. Catarina remained silent and Priscilla closed her eyes.

"Why don't you let him decide, honey?" You can't treat your daughter like it's her business... Instead, I love her so much...

Priscilla imagined her mother's words and Catarina continued to respond. In fact, he is suspected of having participated in or even incited Priscilla to flee.

"No, I don't want to talk to João, dear. Well... Catarina smiled confidently.

Good night, John. I'm fine and you? No, sorry John, I can't let you. The first time I sent the girl to sleep because she was so nervous. No, I don't, but I care about their son and his inheritance... I don't think he cares... remember, I also have a lot of money and that's all part of it. about my grandchildren. Wait, João... Catarina took a deep breath and listened. "You are talking about your daughter, João, not an employee. Yes good. You will have a month to decide.

Priscilla ran to the phone to answer it, but Catarina kept talking.

"No, João, you want a mechanical doll!" Don't you want someone special for your daughter? No, but the problem, John, is that he doesn't like her. If I remember correctly, you were in love with Mariana... The truth, João, is that you don't know me well. Well, no need to apologize, I'm glad I'm single. Priscila wants to be her. Yes, he is always trying to please her... This is understandable for you, João. Yes thanks. It doesn't matter that Mariana doesn't talk to me anymore... No, João, it would be better if you didn't come... Everything's fine here. João, I had to hang up because there was a knock on the door. Right is good. I will report. Catarina smiled, said goodbye and hung up.

It's all right?

"It's hard to convince them!"

That's true? Priscilla asked. Why?

- Your parents think you are still a child.

"Are they just assuming I'm here?"

"I think your mother is looking elsewhere. Mariana is very scary, she wants everyone to do what she wants. I feel for him.

And father? What do you think about him?

"He pressured me a bit but then admitted he needed to keep quiet. Perhaps this was his only victory over his mother. He calls me often and makes me promise I'll take care of you, but you can enjoy the month. So I think they want to talk seriously about marriage. Your parents think you can't refuse the good life there! Natanael sends his regards and says he understands why you run away...

One time! I bet you are sad.

"I haven't abused you for years, but my sister has suddenly lost her strength.

"Thank you Catherine!" Priscila exclaimed and kissed him. "I don't know why I start to shake when I see you talking to them.

"It's not a pleasant feeling to be found out." Twentytwo is still vulnerable years, and you've reached your limit. You need time to mature. You know, honey, there's a sadness and a misunderstanding about you that came to the fore in Paul.

I know, but how good it is to be here! "Priscila feels more comfortable around Catarina, better than anyone else, because she is safe and reliable. And now she was safe from his company, at least for a month.

The next morning, Priscila was awakened by the sound of birdsong, so she quickly got up and went to the window. She opened the window shades, looked out at the trees and birds, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A strange sense of stillness and peace came over him, and he lifted his arms and stretched them out a little. Nature is beautiful, very rich and everyone can enjoy it freely. Now he understood why Catarina liked to draw these places. It's unstoppable.

Large flowering plants surround the farm and protect it from strong winds, and lush vines dot the fields. Some plants Priscila knew, like Thai jasmine and vines, but many were unknown. The garden has colorful leaves, bushes full of flowers and orchids.

Priscilla slept so deeply and peacefully that she was sure she was in another world. She turned, grabbed a dress, combed her hair, and went to find Catarina. The farmhouse was uninhabited before Catarina's arrival, and is now full of sunlight and color, with Catarina's light and relaxed art deco charm. There is always something to please, vases full of flowers, paintings of Catarina on the walls, sculptures, ceramics and antiques. Some of her parents' friends think Catarina is a bit silly, but if that's the case, Priscila likes her.

Catarina is at the back of the house, in a bright room, and calls the office. She is like Catarina, healthy and colorful.

Hello Baby! Catarina said before Priscilla entered

"Are you going to work early?" Priscila calmly entered the studio, kissed her aunt on the cheek and stared at Catarina's painting. I love that!

Paulo and Catarina watch their work "Euro Truck". I was inspired by .

"We are delighted to be able to be as creative as you, Catarina.

"Everything is sweet, my love, but there was a time when I would have given anything to be as beautiful and desirable as your mother. Nobody noticed me, no matter how much I tried to demand it. Mariana was humiliated from childhood, and I am sadly waiting for she pats her head.

"What Helen! Priscila hugged her aunt tightly. "I think her eyes are very expressive." They will impress many people.

"My eyes weren't much use when I was your age. I didn't even have a big sister around. I finally learned something. It was Mrs. Ingram who encouraged me to draw. He doubted me." an old woman without a husband.

And what's wrong with that? Does that make a woman unimportant?

"Well honey, it detracts from the experience. At least for people my age. It doesn't really matter nowadays, but I don't want to be a single mother, although I would love to have kids.

"Oh Helena! Priscila said. He never questioned his aunt's place in his life, he only thought of her dedication to painting. Catarina seems to have given up painting now, just to not get frustrated with life.

"But that's okay, he'll fix everything," Catarina said with a laugh. "I've loved him since he was born. You inherited all your mother's looks, but you don't wear them. Mariana, the same

As a child, you were very confident and confident, although you were very shy. And those eyes make your charm.

"I guess I'm not sure. I never thought I could really please my mom or dad. I don't treat people like they are and I don't know why they use people like that. My mom says I'm sweet and adorable, but I think she wants to. say simple and goofy.

"Don't worry dear, your mum has a gift for making people feel insecure. Stop and look around. It would be nice to get out of your little world for a while. Let's get some coffee now. Earlier today, I picked a nice papaya for us to eat.

They chat over coffee, fruit, eggs, bacon, tea and toast. Normally, Priscila doesn't like to eat a lot in the morning, but now she eats like never before, when Catarina said that, for her, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

"Not at home," said Priscilla, spreading honey on her toast. The mother usually has only one cup of coffee. He does this to stay healthy.

- However, you are still young and need healthy food. He lost a lot of weight.

Priscilla was laughing, looking young and relaxed.

"I'll get fat!" Hey! Where did you get that clay? It's so beautiful!

You like? This is tableware, but I have some really nice decorative pieces. They are from Pluto. You must have heard of him. He is one of the best artists in the country.

"Yea!" Priscila took an episode and watched it. "Are you a sculptor too?"

"He was an extraordinary man. Initially he trained as a carpenter, then he fell in love with pottery. He could do anything: repair a car or a machine, build a house, even paint. .

Where do you live? Priscilla asked.

"Paul sold you a place a few miles away. He's very kind to musicians. We have another artist here: Eduardo. He paints landscapes and animals and I think he sells really well.

"Now let's go back to Pluto." Do you find it attractive? Priscilla asked.

"Don't start thinking things of my love! Pluto stays away from women, even harmless unmarried aunts like me. He was married for a few years when his wife died of cancer.

"He has to sympathize with you, Catarina. I noticed all these dishes at night.

Indeed. Pluto loves me. Although we sometimes argue, we talk a lot about our work. We are both very pleased to end our days here in the north of Brasilía. If only he had listened to me when I told him to install the program. He's been doing great things lately.

"I'd like to know. Especially since you're going to be disappointed." Priscilla commented. "No matter what you say, Catarina, you are an attractive and touching woman.

"Don't expect Pluto to love me like you do." Before I go with you to the orchard, I need to call Erika. She has been Paulos housekeeper for many years. I asked him for help, but he refused. Laura is a good cook and loves to party. Paulo is a very funny and well trained member of the team. They know how to party!

"How many people are you going to invite?" Priscilla looked shocked again.

"Thirty or forty. Don't panic. People here are very friendly and knowledgeable and love to party. I would also like to introduce to all of you.

Priscila agreed, resigned, but knew she wasn't a visionary like her mother. Although Catherine has said that Priscilla inherited her mother's beauty, she clearly did not inherit her mother's personality and abilities. She was just a lady who didn't say anything. She doesn't even have Catarina's skills.

While my aunt was on the phone, Priscila cleared the table, washed and cleaned the dishes, and put them away in the cupboard. One shelf contains many Pluto trinkets: tea and coffee sets, plates, pretty cutlery, jars and boxes of biscuits. There isn't a piece he doesn't like.

For some reason, it is now important for him to find something old, some basis for expressing his individuality. Priscila wants to learn how to cook. Cooking is an art, even a science, but her mother forbade her to take cooking classes. Although Mariana is a great receptionist, Mariana's tasks start behind the kitchen door. They had a professional chef who wouldn't let anyone in the kitchen, so Priscilla never had a chance to learn anything. But at least he can clean the kitchen.

After a quick shower, she put on her makeup and thought about what to wear. He realizes that he is not very judicious in choosing clothes. There's nothing flashy about it, not even sportswear. In the end, Priscilla took a sleeveless dress and put it on. It was fresh and unadorned. Maybe she can walk around town to buy some simple clothes later. He doesn't want to look complicated in this simple and natural environment. The sun was shining, but not very hot, and Priscilla remembered that she hadn't brought her hat. While Catarina was still on the phone, she went downstairs to the garden. It's an old but very nice place that produces a wide variety of perfumes. There are many fruit trees: bananas, mangoes, papayas, guavas and citrus fruits. Before Catarina, this place was a farm until the owner died and her daughter,

Priscilla had a strange feeling thinking about him. He imagined that red face looking back at him. Paulo had the brightest eyes he had ever seen, or maybe it was his red skin that gave him that impression. He is a Man who disturbs and disturbs his sleep, bringing in his dreams an unknown plot.

Priscila goes to the banana tree and picks a banana. It was so delicious that he thought he had never tasted it before. He had to go back home to get his sunglasses because the sun was so strong. He said he was on his way to the warehouse when he heard a car approaching. He stopped, hesitated for a moment, then the yellow car passed the flowerbed and stopped under the shade of the phoenix tree. A girl in a red and gray dress got out of the car and walked over to Priscilla, holding out her hand for a handshake.

Hey! You must be Priscilla. I am Maycon.

- I've heard about you, Maycon.

She's not really a girl. When Priscilla took a closer look, she could see the maturity in her face. She must have been around twentyseven, twentyeight, but she also had small, strong features and a soft, slightly plump body. Only the black eyes embarrassed him.

Maycon looked at Priscila from head to toe.

"I came to see you directly." Maycon hurriedly explained. "Paulo told me all about the situation you were in yesterday, poor guy.

That's nothing. Priscilla tried to smile. "It was a simple data error. Does not want to come in? Catarina is busy talking on the phone.

Yes I know. "Maycon seems to know everything. "This is not the first time that Paulo has hosted a reception.

"He's very kind.

Priscila feels that Maycon doesn't like her, although she is smiling.

And why not? Paulo is always generous. It just surprised me a little. Catarina didn't mention her visit the last time I was here.

"You just found out. I wanted to surprise you.

"You surprised us all!" Maycon's black eyes once again looked at Priscila's thin body. "You look nothing like Catarina.

Untied. Priscilla instinctively took a step forward like a magic butterfly flying across the lawn. "Good?"

You will see many butterflies here. What you see is normal, Lucas", said Maycon.

"I've never seen a butterfly that big!" This is a really beautiful country.

"How long are you going to stay?" Maycon asked with a smile.

I am not sure. They promised me a month's leave.

"Who promised?" Maycon looked worried. "From the looks of it, you have to leave loyal fans.

"I don't take things lightly.

"But I'm sure you must have a special friend. Maycon smiled.

"Perhaps you could tell me if there are any good clothing stores in town?" Priscilla asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Very good, but not at your level. I think he will light up our eyes Saturday night.

"I don't think about it. Priscilla turned and went upstairs. Maycon followed, and they waited until they reached the porch before adding the dreaded question:

"What do you think of our house?"

"I think it's been very successful.

That's right! ' Maycon entered the lobby, saw Catarina and waved at her. "How many people are you going to invite?"

"Thirty, forty... Do you want to come in or stay here?"

"It's great!" Can you bring me something cold to drink?

That's right. Lemon juice or orange juice?

"Orange, thank you." He glanced over his shoulder as Priscilla entered the house.

Catarina ended the conversation; then she hung up the phone and went to greet Maycon.

What a surprise! How are you Maycon?

Priscilla noticed that Catarina lied about several things. In the kitchen, she poured juice into a glass and placed a few slices of hazelnut pie on one of Pluto's decorative plates.

Maycon smiled when Priscila walked past her to place the tray on the glass table surrounded by four plush chairs.

"I think you should be proud of your niece, Catarina. You are so Beautiful.

I really have! Do you want a piece of cake, Maycon? Thanks. Maybe I'll gain a few grams.

"That would be great," Priscilla said solemnly. Maycon nodded and blushed.

Paul seems to have gained weight

you prune,

"Paul is a mystery!" Catarina sat comfortably, smiling at Priscilla as she poured her juice. Thank you darling. Well, I think I got off to a good start. I made about ten phone calls and all the managers happily came.

"Paulo throws big parties," said Maycon indifferently.

"Did you invite your sculptor friend?"

"Yes, of course" Catarina turned her blue eyes to Maycon's happy face "Maybe not, but you'll be invited anyway."

"Aren't you almost a lover?"

"Actually, he is a very loving person, but when he works he doesn't care about people.

"He should find a rich wife," said Maycon.

"You can't keep making these clothes forever.

"It's best to let him do what he wants." "Pluto is famous enough and he doesn't like being rich," Catarina said quietly.

Incredible! I think there's a trace of ambition

For all of us. Maycon smiled a little. "Are you sure I can't help?"

"You were very kind to suggest it, but I think we can work anything out. The first thing I did was talk to Erika. He doesn't want anyone to interfere with the group's plans," said Catarina.

"He has many people to help him. Are you going to invite Eduardo?

"Of course," said Catarina. "Yes, Maycon and Mauricio were also invited.

"I'm looking forward to Saturday!" Do you already know what to use?

"I haven't been kind for a long time," Catarina said with a smile. "Rénée can look at my clothes and decide.

"And you, Priscilla?" Please, you need to let me know.

"I really don't know," Priscilla replied honestly. I have party clothes.

"Okay, keep it a secret. But please don't let it turn red.

"I promise it won't turn red," Priscilla said quietly. "Catarina told me that her father had a farm. Do you also work?

"I do housework for Dad and Mauricio and I'm usually there when Paulo calls. He is the strongest Male I have ever met and I am often a business advisor to him. In fact, it's frustrating at times. What are you doing?

he quickly added.

"Nothing is more useful than you!" After graduating from university, I spent a year abroad. My mom likes me to go with her on every errand, so I don't have time for anything else.

"I have to go to Paulo," Maycon said, "so I can't stay any longer." I was expecting a brunette with blue eyes, like Catarina, not a tall blonde.

"Paul didn't say how cute you are?" Catarina asked dryly. "Or haven't you talked to him yet?"

"He didn't express his opinion," Maycon said shyly.

Oh! He told us incredibly good things. Maycon wasted no more time. He got up and straightened his clothes.

"Are you sure I can't help?"

"Just go out and enjoy yourself," said Catarina, placing the glass on the table.

"I'm glad you're here, Maycon", said Priscila, smiling politely without malice.

"I'm also happy to come." Yes, we will see each other often. You and Catarina can have dinner with us next week.

"Thanks." The routines would be memorable, but Priscila really found Maycon's company very uncomfortable.

"So until Saturday!"

"I'll walk you to the car," Catarina said.

Don't worry. Better extend the invitation, Catarina.

I agree. I want people to remember this party," Catarina said with a laugh.

It was Friday afternoon when Priscila saw Paulo again. Catarina had gone into town to pick up the painting supplies she had ordered, and they were quiet outside. Priscilla wondered if she could bear the loneliness like her aunt, though Catarina assured her that she wasn't afraid, even when darkness enveloped everything and she could hear the flapping of her wings. Bats attack the mangoes looking for the golden ones.

There were many stories about the old ranch, and without Catarina's cheerful presence, Priscila found herself walking around the garden, a little nervous. There was a swing by the tree and he was sitting on it, moving slowly. He was a little tired from his long morning walk through wonderland as he swam in the sparkling lake, so soon his eyelids felt heavy.

It was a relief to be safe with Catarina. No fights, no endless conversations. Not that Priscilla argued; he was silent. Stubborn was what his mother called him. All his life, his role was to do what he was told. Priscilla was grateful to her parents for many things, but she could not marry Nathanael just to satisfy her wishes. Her mother found him very charming and attractive, but she didn't know that Nathanael had lost his temper that night trying to force her to act. Priscilla was still reeling from the disgust she felt for him and his rude refusal to kiss her.

Nathanael was furious when he got out of the car, angry that he hadn't found what he was looking for. The kindest thing he said was that he was cold. Priscilla even wondered why she couldn't answer. Nathanael was considered a good fisherman and was often found attractive.

When he called her this morning, convinced that she was ready to accept his apology, Priscilla refused to answer the phone. This made her mother very angry, as if it were the most important thing in the world. Thais is her best friend. Everyone has high hopes for him and Nathanael. What went wrong? The question asked was almost an insult. Mariana seemed to want to say, with a cold look, that there really was something wrong with her daughter.

Does she have no emotions or is she just a virgin to small displays of affection? Priscilla doesn't make friends easily and probably can't let Nathanael go. He was patient, he was a fiery young man anyway, not a monster. If he is very concerned about the physical aspect of the marriage, he may need counseling.

Priscilla began to question herself desperately. Even though her father agreed and tried to understand, Priscilla still found it difficult to explain her complete change in Nathanael. His words still echoed in her ears: "Maybe you are stupid, cold and heartless." She added that she was never afraid of anyone, on the contrary... she said while laughing.

All Priscilla knew was that she felt bad because of that hungry mouth, with her hands on her face and body. Maybe he couldn't marry anyone, she felt that way. He even tried to cope with the inevitable storm, but in the end he had to flee. He feels like a coward and inside he is suffering. It was as if his parents had sided with Nathanael instead of him. Nathanael is an experienced adult, he is an unstable child. Tears welled up in Priscila's eyes as she turned her head and felt sleepy. The world seems to be full of people who want to attack you. He only trusts Catarina.

He opened his eyes again, feeling the petals fall on his face. Paulo was standing beside her, watching her intently.

Do you cry when you sleep?

He swung the swing until he fell if he didn't grab her and hold on for a while.

"Nobody can hurt you, Priscila. We want to please you. "And I... thank you very much.

"Don't leave me." He released her, carefully combing the petals out of her hair. "Where's Catarina?"

He went to pick up a package in town. I would go with you, but I'm too tired.

"So you overslept and had nightmares?" His bright eyes looked up at her.

I think yes. Embarrassed, he reached up and rubbed his gentle blue eyes. "I didn't expect to see you before the party."

"There is work to be done here." He looked around. "Tell Catarina I'll send someone over tomorrow morning. They won't bother you, but they can clean up the garden a bit.

Oh no! Priscilla started to cry. "Please don't touch anything. Everything is blooming wonderfully!

He said with a smile.

"Don't worry, we don't want to spoil your little paradise, I just want to clean this place up a bit. I don't think you would want a snake in your bed.

"I never thought about snakes. He looked at her in astonishment. "I've never seen that.

"I've seen two people since I entered the gate. They are harmless, of course, but they can be very scary.

"You have to think that everything scares me." He couldn't help it.

"You remind me of a scared rabbit." One wrong move and you're gone.

Do you want to login? Catarina will be back soon.

"Ten minutes, no more."

Paulo looked at his watch and noticed his hands again. They are well built, lean, dark and strong. Priscila wanted to know what would happen if they faced her. He would never try to dominate a woman. Authority in her touch. He could easily see that she was hugging him, as if Priscilla was no longer weighing us down.

"I'd like to know what she expected to find.

"She thought I looked like Catarina.

- But she was wrong - said Paulo gently, and moved aside so that Priscila entered first. "Who did you get that extraordinary appearance from?"

"Is there nothing you've noticed about me other than my looks?" There was a faint gleam of anger in his green eyes.

"Lots of things," he replied coldly. "They just didn't allow you to develop them as you should have. - Paulo followed her into the kitchen, apparently unaware of her aggressive gaze. "Usually Catarina keeps her coffee here. - He went to the closet to see what he thought. Paulo made the kitchen look so small that Priscila sat down. "You usually get served, don't you?"

"You said you'd make coffee.

"And you quickly accepted. And of course I will. Your nerves are in need of a tonic.

"I'll get the cake if you want it." - She got up, eager to please, approaching Paulo's thin and tall body. He was wearing a khaki shirt and jeans with a leather belt with a silver buckle. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Always apologizing. What are you apologizing for? He put his hand on Priscilla's shoulder and kept her still. "You give me the impression that someone has frightened you terribly." A Var.

"I don't want to think about it. Is nothing. This is nonsense!

"Nothing would make me hurt her. Let's get this straight.

I know. "Her face was burning and her voice was so low it sounded like little more than a whisper!" "Maybe it's something with myself. I get nervous about physical contact.

"A look like yours would melt a Stone Man."

"I don't have the capacity for that.

Paulo listened to her in silence, and when she looked at him, he didn't look disbelieving or pitying, but amused.

- You are young, Priscila, very young. When the time is right, she will want to be loved by the right Man.

Thanks. She tried to smile and walked past him, heading towards the pantry. - Catarina made a fruit pie, do you want one?

"I'll agree to anything if you come back and stay with me. She took the pie and went back to the kitchen.

"There's nothing Catarina can't do," she said, still holding the plate of cake in her hand.

"Then while you're here, you should ask her to give you some lessons.

"I'm not good at anything.

Who told you that? asked Paulo, taking the plate from her hand.

I don't want. Priscila watched him cut the pie deftly.

You did not answer my question.

- I used to imagine myself doing a lot of things. She sat down again, lifting the vase off the table so he could place the plates.

"Tell me about it.

"Oh, for example, creative things. I'm so proud of Catarina, but I don't know how to paint. So I wanted to learn how to cook, but Mom thought it was unnecessary. She doesn't cook herself.

"Then why didn't you do it yourself?" Paulo lifted the strainer and poured the coffee, pausing to give her a curious look.

I don't know.

How old are you?

"Twentytwo, almost twentythree.

"And how old is the Man you're running from?"

"I think I told you I'm not running. Priscilla tossed her hair back.

"How can I help you if you insist on telling these unnecessary lies?"

- You are impossible, Paulo! Nathanael is about your age.

"And your family wants you to marry him?" He sat across from her and offered her sugar.

"I don't want to get married.

Why not?

Why not.

What are you afraid of? Of responsibility? Of obligations?

- Claustrophobia. I can't stand being trapped.

"I get the impression you don't like Nathanael." What does he do for a living?

"He's a solicitor," said Priscila, starting to drink her coffee. "His father is a partner at a large law firm. He takes care of all my father's business. Our families are very friendly.

"So you were letting yourself be drawn into an arranged marriage?" Paul asked.

- At least I didn't accept the situation.

"No, you ran away.

"As you imagined," she replied.

"And what happened after that?" I assume you left a note.

"I think we've talked about this a lot," she said harshly.

"Go on," he insisted.

Thinking why she should do it, Priscilla continued.

"Then Mom called and Catarina answered.

"And you lost your voice?"

"Sorry, didn't I tell you I'm a coward?" She looked at Paul. Priscilla wanted him to approve of her, but the boy must have thought her a fool.

"Finish your coffee. It is obvious that many people have conspired against you. Let's see now how we can help you.

"Why so much interest?" she asked.

"I'll be happy to help you." After all, Catarina and I are very good friends. Paul smiled at her. - Have you decided definitely not to marry Nathanael?

"I don't ever want to see him again.

"Will he come here?"

- My father gave me a month to make up my mind. Nathanael even sent word that she understood perfectly.

"He seems trustworthy. Paulo gave a good laugh, but his eyes showed coldness. Tell me more. Are you an only child?

"I'm going to have a family," she said.

"I understood that you would never marry!" Paulo poured another cup of coffee and looked at it, examining it.

"I can hardly believe I said that. She threw her head back absently.

"Well, let's hope your daughters are as pretty as you are," he said playfully. "You are very confused, aren't you?"

"Are you trying to analyze me?"

"Today I barely had time, but if you stay here for a month..." He got up and grabbed her by the waist. "See? You didn't run.

"Did I have to do this?" Priscilla was looking at her own waist and his thin fingers holding her.

"What you say is not what you feel. Was Nathanael able to scare her?

"I must be a strange person.

"You are, but not exactly a rare type. Your problem is that you were misguided.

"Do you want to ask anything else?"

"When I get to know you better, I will answer." Priscilla stood up and looked at him.

Do you know how to drive?

Weird! he replied in a calm voice.

"See? Another thing like that. And you thought we had nothing in common. I'll lend you a car. Catarina walks around sadly. Last time I tried to get in, it was close."

You are so tall! Priscila started to laugh, thinking about this incident. Her eyes are so pretty. And your mouth! But her chin was fierce and he knew there was nothing he could do to hurt it. Paul is a Man, not a slovenly boy.

"Catherine left early?" he asked as if someone was talking to a little girl.

"Hell yeah. I'll give him your message. He moves closer to her until they hug.

"You're the only tall girl I know who can keep getting smaller.

"I think it's because I don't wear heels.

No, it's not.

There was something about Paulo's smile that made her heart skip a beat. Priscilla instinctively moved forward when a voice came from the porch.

Hey! Priscilla? Surname?

It was Catarina, and when she called their names, Paulo grabbed Priscilla's arm and chased her down the hall.

Hey!

"I thought I wouldn't see you tomorrow!" Catarina exclaimed, smiling. "And I could swear you bought a new dress."

Yes, I did! Who told you?

I am not! Priscilla exclaimed quickly.

"You can't set foot in this city without me knowing." He walked over to Catarina and lifted her chin. "What are you trying to do? Calling Pluto?

"Oh, Paul! For a moment, Catarina was as confused as a child. 'Pluto doesn't see me as a woman, just a musician friend'.

"It's kind of a game. Sometimes people have to play. Well, tomorrow I'm going to have someone clear your garden. There are a lot of weeds around the house.

"I should do this," said Catarina.

"I'm glad you didn't try. A very difficult job for a woman.

"Thank you, dear," said Catarina. "Honestly, I didn't feel like picking up a pickaxe.

Paulo smiled at Priscila.

"Go with me."

"OK." He started to go and called his aunt. "If you want it, there's coffee in the kitchen, Catarina.

Very well. I need to finish painting that picture for you, Paulo.

"Catarina, I said I was going to buy it.

No, no. I will not! You've done so much for me, Paulo, and I need to do this for you.

"Alright then," he replied with a smile. "See you tomorrow night."

"Would you like a drink before heading out?" Catarina was standing in the doorway of Priscilla's room, with a bottle of wine in her hand.

What?

"Champagne." Catarina walked into the room, unable to hide her surprise to see her niece's beautiful appearance.

I think it's better not to take it! I can get dizzy! Priscilla exclaimed, smiling.

"I got dizzy too, but in a good way. Catarina put the bottle on the table. "I like your dress, Priscila."

"I do not think...

Of course. Everyone will wear their best clothes and you can be sure that Maycon will do its best. Good.

"You're fine too." Priscilla turned to look at her aunt.

"It's up to my spirit." Don't you think you look happy for a woman my age?

Is not. She is an attractive and interesting woman.

"You always raised me dear. Catarina went to her niece and the two looked at each other in the mirror. Catarina looked stunning in that long silk cotton dress she bought in town. She looked stunning. she looks great on her body and the color is very good , highlighting the blue of her eyes. The brown hair that she usually keeps short and straight was curled full and bouncy by Priscila. Priscila also finished her makeup, leaving her looking quite different.

"Of course, my love, you made me a different person. Even though I'm an artist, I can't wear makeup.

"Don't you think you need to take care of your face like you do your job?"

"He is also a singer. His work as a hairdresser is also good. Catarina went to the mirror to take a closer look. The way Priscilla raised her made her look ten years younger. They had champagne.

"Did Paul send someone to pick us up?" Priscilla said.

"Yes, it was his favor.

"Maybe he thinks we're not going to get there with his car.

Catarina said, "I think I need to buy another car. - Now I'm richer than ever, because my friends won't let me spend anything. He turned away from the mirror and picked up the bottle. "I'll add some cork so we can finish it when we get back."

Ten minutes later, they were looking at Victor, and Priscilla felt both panic and excitement. Catarina is a sociable person by nature, she loves parties, but she can do without them. There are some parties Priscila doesn't have to throw that she really enjoys. Her mom was always there, looking at him like Priscilla made him look great. No group will end except the Daltons and their parents loved more than their loved ones.

Tonight's party promises to be different. The driver, whose name was Marcelo, made them laugh the whole time. He commented that Mrs. Maycon was the first to arrive, wearing a stunning red dress. Priscilla's dress was a little too shiny for the evening, a white crepe gown from China, sleeveless and with a plunging neckline. She is wearing her favorite jewelry: gold earrings, bracelet and necklace. Since it was so hot, she tried something different with her hair, putting it in a high bun to enhance her features and make her eyes look bigger. She knew she looked pretty, but she also didn't think she could look as attractive as Maycon.

When they reached Victor, Priscila stopped for a few seconds. It was bigger than he'd imagined: a huge building, built a few feet above the ground and completely surrounded by balconies.

There are lights in the house that make it look like a ship at sea, and like the farmhouse, tropical trees and bushes surround the whole house: great color during the day and a forest. Love at night.

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Catherine asked. "The first house was almost destroyed by a storm at the beginning of this century, so they rebuilt it. It is the most beautiful house you will see in Brejo Alegre. Balconies are essential in the climate. Yes, our people brought this idea from India.

"Good job, gentlemen! Marcelo turned to open the car door and soon Paulo was beside them.

"Welcome to Victor, Priscilla. She took his hand and kissed Catarina on the cheek. "I've never seen her so beautiful!"

"Priscilla's work!" The sparrow became a beautiful blue bird.

I love that! she exclaimed, looking at him again, then turned to Priscilla, who was taking her hand to sit beside her. "I think you also know you look great."

He felt himself shaking. Or maybe it was, because Paulo was hugging him so tightly it looked like he was trying to calm him down.

"I don't know what time you sent the boys, Catarina, but they've probably arrived by now.

Very well! Catarina looked anxiously at the house.

"Pluto hasn't arrived yet," Paulo said as they approached the door.

Maycon's perfume came in front of him. The girl was standing in the hall, under the chandelier, her red taffeta dress gleaming and her happy face shining with a woman's smile.

"Katy! Priscilla! I'm so glad you came!

They went straight for him. Maycon's eyes widened as she measured Priscila up and down.

He doesn't like me, thought Priscila, Maycon holding her hand, as if waiting for him to arrive to start the party.

You are so Beautiful! she exclaimed, perhaps thinking that Priscilla's dress was too plain,

Thanks.

"Look, everyone is rushing to greet the guest of honor.

Paulo took Priscila by the arm and led her into the room, where many people were sitting. Most of them seemed happy to meet her, and although Priscilla had to laugh a lot, it didn't seem like an unusual effort, as it sometimes did. Wherever Paul led her, she followed, easily attracting everyone's attention. It was hard to remember all the words, but somehow he managed.

During the first hour, everything seemed to revolve around Priscila. The music, the laughter, the kaleidoscope of colors on his clothes, the way people treat him and immediately call him by name. The house is ready for the occasion. It is open so that all guests can move around without any problems. It's stylish, and Priscila starts to admire the great aesthetic that created such a place. As beautiful as it is, the house is beautifully decorated with a mix of antique and modern styles.

Priscila soon realizes that Maycon considers herself a hostess and admits that she played the role very well. Her sweet laugh spread through the house as he divided up the guests. The atmosphere relaxed and little by little, Priscilla calmed down and calmed down.

Maycon's father was exactly as she imagined: tall, strong and like his daughter. But Mauricio, brother, was surprised. He was quiet, almost shy, which made Priscila feel like an interlocutor. This must have attracted him, because at whatever party he went to, Mauricio was by his side, praising him the entire time. That must have been funny, because there was something about him that struck Priscilla. Unlike Maycon and Maycon, who coerce each other, Mauricio cannot be heard or seen clearly.

All the balcony doors were open and the guests were using it as a dance floor. Someone grabbed Priscila's hand, and when she turned around, she saw Mauricio smiling at her.

"Do you want to dance with me, Priscila?"

Yes I want. ' That's not exactly what he wants, but it's not polite to say no.

"She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

You are so cool! He tried to smile, but his face looked too big.

"I'm not trying to be nice. He led her into the living room and onto the porch. It's pure truth!

Thanks later. Priscila is used to hearing compliments, but why is she looking at him like that?

Unlike his father and sister, Mauricio has bright eyes and, despite his wellproportioned body, is not particularly attractive. He wasn't very tall, so he looked Priscilla straight in the eye.

What do you think of the house?

Astonished!

It makes sense. Everyone loves a party. We couldn't do without Paulos, which means Paulo today.

"You work for him, don't you?" Priscilla was surprised by his sarcasm.

"Most of us here work for Paulo companies, but nowadays I work with my father.

"Your father was a wonderful Man," she said.

"Do not say!"

I don't want? Don't you see your father like that? Priscilla took a deep breath.

"I see him moving forward with Paulo. That's all he's ever been. I mean, he gave his life to Paulos a long time ago.

"Sounds like you liked it," Priscilla commented.

Oh yeah. My father ran Paulo's business and I think that's what made him rich.

'You don't like working for them?' Priscilla asked.

"What I want is just to get out of here. It's my dream." His confused eyes found her face.

of Priscilla with great intensity. One day I'll have the courage, pack my bags and leave here.

They were going through the door when Priscilla saw Paulo. He was a few meters tall, so dark and full of life that Mauricio turned pale, even though he held him in his arms, running his hand over his back as if he wanted to know every bone inside him. Paulo turned around and Priscila looked him in the eyes for a few seconds.

"You have a spell, don't you?" Mauricio commented.

"You were so kind to my aunt," Priscilla replied.

"Katy? You're a wonderful person, aren't you? Everyone loves you and I envy your talent.

Me too. Priscilla smiled softly.

"But you have everything!" Mauricio reached out and stroked her hair.

Is not! I haven't done anything so far.

"Aren't you married, or at least engaged?" asked Mauricio, leading him into the darkness.

"Not yet, Mauricio. In spite of her wishes, he almost comforted her. It was absurd, but her expression was one of concern.

What do you mean? The question confirmed his interest.

"I mean, right now I'm not interested in getting married," Priscilla said quietly, thinking her next question would be whether she believed in love at first sight. Mauricio was hugging her so tightly that Priscila had to lean back to avoid the physical contact she didn't want.

"I hope I can show you the beautiful places we have here. I know a good place to swim", said Mauricio.

"I think you have a really nice tan," says Priscila matteroffactly. He actually has a tan that goes well with blond hair and barely defined eyes.

"So you're leaving?"

"Thanks for the invitation, Mauricio. I'll tell you. He didn't exactly accept me, but he smiled like the day was destined.

"Maycon said that you and Catarina are going to have dinner at the house next week.

Truth. Everyone is kind to me.

"Can't blame them!" I've never seen a girl as beautiful and confident as you.

"Then I'll tell you a secret. It's just a vision. Inside, I suffer from anxiety and fear like everyone else.

"Can you come with me tomorrow?" He glared at her.

"I'm sorry, Phillip. Paul arranged for us to do this! "Not true, but he said it as an escape valve.

"Maycon also go now?"

I really don't know." Why would he tell such a stupid lie?

"You must think that Paulo held my sister's attention for a long time. Surely she will marry him, not just for his money. Maycon is crazy about Paulo, if you doubt it, see how she looks at him.

"And that bothers you?"

"I don't like to see someone being governed. When we were kids, Maycon was so sweet, now she's like my father and I don't like that. I haven't had fun since my mother died.

"Oh, Mauricio, I'm so sorry! Priscila looked at Mauricio with pity, pulling him closer to her.

"That's life. My mother doesn't care if my head is full of silly wishes. My father works hard in Paulos. It's easy for him to ignore me and my mother. I was always very disappointed in him. She and I think that I always will be. Maycon needs no encouragement. She would make a good wife for Paulo. Both are strong. Like diamonds,

"You worry me, Mauricio," said Priscila.

Sorry. I've never spoken to anyone, although I realize I've opened up a bit to you. Don't blame me, Priscilla. I don't have a happy life.

I do not think so. Priscilla got it right. A comfortable home and money are not enough, he is sure of that. "Anyway, I'm sure you have a lot to be thankful for, Mauricio.

"Yes, my job is guaranteed, even if people know I'm not well.

"So you put yourself in prison?"

"Of course, Priscilla!" I'm in prison. I want to go but I can't.

Priscila realized that the song was over, but Mauricio was hugging her, unable to take his eyes off her blue eyes.

"Hey, you two!"

To Priscila's delight, Maycon approached them, smiling as if he thought it was great to see them so clearly affected. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm telling Priscila the story of my life," replied Mauricio sarcastically, making his sister blush.

"Don't say that," he said softly.

Priscila didn't say anything, she felt more ashamed than Maycon herself.

"I'm going to get you something to drink," said Mauricio, placing his hand on Priscila's arm.

Thanks.

"There's plenty to drink," said Maycon, smiling.

"Don't disappear", said Mauricio. So when Paulo stepped onto the porch, he said, "Hi, Paulo.

"Mauriciope, how are you?"

"I'm trying to have fun."

"So you're at the right party." Paulo wears a silk shirt, tights and a gold chain around his neck. For a Man of the field, he dresses very well. He looked like a rich man and when he walked he was proud and confident.

"I think Priscilla has a connection with my brother!" Maycon commented happily.

"That's part of the women's training, isn't it?" Paulo looked at Priscilla. "I mean that you all read it.

"You say I can shoot him?" Maycon said grabbing his arm.

"Try it, of course.

"Very kindly!" Maycon smiled. He was so tall that she had to tilt her head back to look at him, and in doing so, she revealed the beautiful contours of his neck and jaw. "The event was fun, wasn't it?"

"We should let our guest of honor answer. Paulo looked at Priscilla.

"I'm in awe of everything!" Fear gripped Priscilla, thinking that she might have offended him.

"But you haven't seen the whole house yet. I'm waiting for an opportunity to show you.

Not now. Maycon smiled a little. "Pip is coming back with Priscilla's drink.

"Tell him I'm showing Priscila around the house.

That's right. Maycon smiled at the apathetic Priscila. This house is beautiful.

As they walked away from her, Priscila felt Maycon's black eyes gnawing at her back, and then she moaned.

So why? Paul asked.

"I guess I was just wondering.

What is it?

"It doesn't matter, Paul.

As they walked down the hall, they were often stopped, but Paul politely told them that he was leading Priscilla through the house. Catarina, very happy, went to the corner of the room and waved to them. Pluto hadn't arrived yet, but his absence didn't bother Catarina. He radiates joy that makes everyone around him happy.

Priscila looked beautiful everywhere and they toured the mansion with Paulo explaining how his great grandfather had imported many beautiful antiques from the new colony. Each room has different pieces that would be a collector's dream, and Priscila was fascinated by the Paulos' intention to impose a more civilized civilization on what was once a forest. It must have been difficult moving all that furniture in there.

Paulo let the time pass, watching her move gracefully from room to room. He loves the library, with its high walls filled with colorful books. Priscilla went behind the large mahogany desk and ran her fingers over the rich paintings.

"What a great volume... and how many books!"

"My favorite room. Everyone in my family loves to read. I think it must be, because in the old days there was very little entertainment. Many of these books are very valuable and it takes a lot of effort to keep them in good condition. You are welcome here whenever he wants.

I want to. Is everything catalogued?

Corner. Paulo took a family photo from the round table between two comfortable chairs and gave it to her.

"The Paulo family, when we were together.

Let me see. Priscilla took a photo and looked at a family group. It was impossible not to notice Paulo at that moment, the handsome young man standing next to two very pretty brunettes, one of whom had her arm around his neck. Her mother was sitting in a chair slightly to the left of the group, and behind the chair was a tall male with a similar build to Paul. Everyone smiled and Priscilla smiled reluctantly.

"You all look happy and cheerful. There is love in this photo.

"Looks like you didn't have much to like."

Look? First he looked into her eyes, then examined her mouth. It was strange to see a handsome male's mouth.

"Where were you now?" he asked in a soft voice that made her shiver.

Sorry. I'm very sorry.

"I'm sorry again. - He took the photo from her hand and placed it on the table behind, so that the two looked at each other and Priscila raised her head, as if listening to a voice inside." "Tell me about your childhood.

"Nothing to say. No.

"Nothing makes you happy?" Tell me. I want to know everything about you.

Why?

Who was your best friend when you were little?

You forgot. I know I have friends, but I forget.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Is not! 'From the expression on his face, Paul must have thought he was afraid.

Why not? Can't you love each other?

"I can't do many things. You might have noticed.

"Don't be mad at me, Priscilla. He smiled and comforted her.

"I'm not angry," he replied. "My life is not as good as yours. There was never death, no danger, no love, no desire. No. I told you.

"The truth is that he was afraid to do something. Afraid to listen. I believe that somehow you are still immature.

"It sounds like you know a lot about me. He looked into those eyes for a moment and shuddered despite his best efforts to control himself. "I even doubt that's what you really think. Priscila took a shower and tried to take it off, looking at the ornate design of the rug.

What schools did you study at? Paulo asked, not paying attention to his movements.

Priscilla looked up and painfully called out the name of the allgirls school. She felt like a little girl again, not ready to go to boarding school, unable to hold back her tears despite her mother's harsh words. The other girls are talking, but she is shy and, moreover, depressed, feeling left out.

"I dreamed I was there," he said with a laugh. - I was a diligent student, but I couldn't wait to get through those years. I did much better at university and I loved my year in Europe. It is truly unforgettable, a visual experience, past and present mixed together, art and architecture, Renaissance paintings, palaces and magnificence, the birth of civilization. brillant...

"But no sexual experience."

"What if I said yes?" Priscilla looked at him.

"I can't believe it. There is no love in your eyes, Priscilla. They are beautiful, but they are the eyes of a child who wants to delay adulthood for as long as possible.

"Do you think I should get involved in love?" He lifted his chin and looked at her with a hint of pride.

"Not about Mauricio Maycon," Paulo replied, voice slightly amused. "I know you have a very sensitive heart and Mauricio may have convinced you that you need to have feelings for him, but I want you to be rational and not listen to him. Once Mauricio made up his mind, he fell in love at first sight, he will try anything.

"Bullshit!" he said.

"So you don't see any signs?"

"Please Paulo, can't we talk about something else?" he asked, almost embarrassed.

That's right. There was an unusual look on her face. Paulo looked at her for a minute and was silent, then he walked over to her and took her arm. "Okay, that's enough for today." I won't make you say any more. I'll try that when we're alone.

Priscila didn't want to shake his hand and ran away. There was no denying the small red hand resting on her arm, but something was going on inside him that made his body ache with tension. Paul is a strong and powerful Man and any involvement with him will lead to painful confusion. There was no great love from him that she expected to find, but his fingers touching her bare skin awakened her femininity. Priscila had never felt so happy before. All she could remember was the deep, terrible rage she'd felt when Nathaniel had subdued her, hastily grabbing her.

Perhaps there is no such thing as a cold woman, only a woman who has not awakened to love, he thought.

When they returned to the great hall, Pluto had arrived. He was standing in the middle of the room, a big, strong Male with gray hair and a beard and pale blue eyes. At first, he looked nervous, like a rebellious eagle, but the minutes of the performance passed quickly. Priscilla could see the dignity and kindness in his eyes. His voice was calm, with occasional hearty laughter, and Priscilla loved him very much. Somehow, Priscila felt as comfortable with her as she did with Catarina, so Maycon seemed annoyed by that.

While Paulo is looking out for his guest of honor and not trying to outrun Pluto, Catarina and the rest of the group, it's clear he's been ignoring her. Maycon disliked Pluto, a Man who dressed in dirt and lived like a pioneer. She didn't understand why Paulo loved her.

Without thinking about his hypocritical behavior, Maycon crossed the room with a radiant smile.

"I thought you weren't coming, Mr. Pluto," he cursed, grinning.

"I was really looking forward to tonight!" Pluto stared at him with piercing blue eyes. "You look great. Red is definitely the color that suits you the most.

"Thanks," Maycon replied, "I heard you were trying to introduce yourself."

"I'm doing everything I can.

"Actually, you can tell me." Catarina looked more surprised than hurt.

"Yes," Pluto agreed, "but I wanted it to be a surprise." Who told you?

I am not! Paul said calmly. "I don't usually do that.

"I have to think it was Edward. He went to the studio last week. What bad language!

"How sensitive I am!" Maycon commented jokingly. "Aren't you going to tell anyone?"

'Paulo knows' Pluto looked at him 'but I want to tell Catarina myself.

"I'm happy too. Catarina's expression lights up. "I like to think I influenced your decision."

"You know I know, Catarina. Can you bring Priscila to the set?

"Are you begging me to forgive you?" Catherine looked at him.

"Trust me, it will be a big surprise. That's why I said I wouldn't be reassured if you called.

"Okay, I forgive you.

"I am very happy to go, Mr. Bernades," Priscila said with a smile.

"You don't want to call me Pluto?"

Weird.

"The most beautiful girl I've ever seen!" he exclaimed suddenly, as if touched by some artistic inspiration. "I made my name as a sculptor. This guy gave me an idea. When we meet again, I'll show you the pictures. Come see Catarina and me as soon as you can.

Well, I think it's good! Maycon laughed. "Do I not deserve to be filmed?"

Paulo did not let Pluto answer.

"Are you sure we can let you reveal this?" he asked with a smile. "Some of the most beautiful sculptures of nudes and no one can deny that they are fascinating. Priscilla, on the other hand, is very suggestive of a young and innocent goddess of old age.

"That's right! Vision is everything. I think of a lifesize bronze statue. It's been years since I've done anything worthwhile, but there's something about Priscilla that remains etched in my mind.

An unattainable expression? Paul nodded slightly. "As you say, a very young goddess is not allowed to leave the marble temple.

"Wow, isn't that amazing?" Maycon looked at Priscila and smiled. "But how will you succeed every time?"

I am fine! Priscilla smiled reluctantly. "But what if I go down to earth between them?"

"Maybe this is what you need, Priscila," Paulo said dryly. "Now I remind you that tonight you must dance with me at least once. He took her hand as the others watched, and within a minute he carried her out onto the balcony.

Dancing with Paulo was the biggest mistake of her life. When he pulled her closer, Priscilla made no comment. I can't speak because I know it doesn't sound natural. Mauricio watched them, watching them as they walked in the dark.

"Why are you closing your eyes?" Paul asked.

"I don't know," he said cautiously. 'I never liked to dance.'

"And now you're going to get hurt if you do.

"I seem to betray myself so easily."

"Why are you tying your hair?"

"Because of the heat," he said, turning to look at her. Didn't like it?

"I like it," she replied softly, "but I like it liberal and flowery." A woman's hair can wrap around a man's hair.

Not you. You will be a prisoner against your will.

"Let's be clear.

Is not. Along with her body, her heart raced. Everything around him touched his senses: the sight, the voice, the scent of the Male, but he still felt a shiver of fear. Not the fear of failure, but the fear of crossing your limits. Priscilla never sought pleasure in her life, and the lust that arose could harm her.

"Finally you let me hold you." Close your eyes if you like.

Priscilla felt shaky and safe at the same time. Paulo patted him on the back, as did Mauricio. He dominates her, but doesn't try to disturb her. He wished he could trust him; He wishes there was a way to relax, but strange things are happening to him that will make his life very difficult.

"Can you do me a favour?" Priscilla asked.

That's right. He looked at her with a small smile on his lips. "I'm afraid I've done something wrong again."

"Mauricio invited me to spend the day with him tomorrow and I said I have a plan with you.

I'm not bothered. I think you're going too fast for you.

"I spoke without thinking," he tried to explain. "Well, if you had an appointment..."

"No, tomorrow will be fine." We'll have plenty of time to talk.

"I think you want to be a psychologist," she said with a small sigh.

"Look at me, Priscilla.

There was something in her voice that made him blush.

"Come on and admit you think I'm weird" "Wow!

"I like all kinds," he answered patiently.

"You don't think I'm weird?" He is resolute.

"There is some conflict deep within you, Priscilla. Many people have them, but you are still very young and need to let others help you.

Tears fell from her eyes, shining like jewels, and suddenly he pulled her close to him.

"Don't cry," Paulo said, almost defiantly.

"I can see you're not paying attention.

"It's worse than that.

Her emotions seemed to be coming to an end. Priscilla felt a chill run through her body, and she felt it too because they were so close.

"Please let me go," he begged.

"I'll leave when you're okay." He turned her towards the light. She looks beautiful and vulnerable, a little out of place, but at least she didn't shed a tear.

"Where do you want to go tomorrow?" he asks.

I don't know.

Are you okay. I'll arrange something.

"Are you going to invite Maycon?" he asked suddenly.

"Only you can think so." Priscilla! Paul had a frown on his face.

"I just thought you...

"No, not tomorrow. We'll ride, if you're as good as you say.

Very well! She smiled away from him, looking young and happy.

"Are you laughing at me or are you thinking about the horses?"

"Horses are a wonder of nature," he replied firmly. "I love them.

Apparently, it didn't bother him. Smiling, she gently led him through one of the doors and a few minutes later dinner was served.

Priscilla served herself and the others, but she wasn't very hungry. The food was so good and so beautifully presented that Paulo's host was easy to recommend. Mauricio reappeared, looking worried, and out of the corner of Priscila's eye she could see Maycon with Paulo, indicating that she definitely wanted to have dinner with him.

Priscilla didn't care. It all happened so fast he had to breathe. Maycon was delicate enough to deal with a man like Paulo, but she confused Priscilla.

When Mauricio asked if he could sit with him, Priscila smiled, and the two walked from the center of the party to the backyard, where there were tables and chairs by the pool.

Pluto and Catarina saw them coming and Catarina waved them over to one of the tables. Mauricio stopped for a moment, as if he wanted to be alone with Priscila, but he took a deep breath and smiled.

"Keep them." I haven't had a chance to speak calmly yet. Pluto.