Pleasure, my "fake" fiancée

Eva Sollis

The dry, yellowish leaves of autumn are falling, making a carpet of foliage on the ground, with yellowish, red or even grayish tones through the streets of New York, the air is heavy, either by smoke, dust and especially the noise of horns, conversations, engines running, whether they are blenders or cars, the simple tinkling of coins that meet others or the ground, the dragging of chains, it's like a dispute in the exquisite space of silence, the noise that wins over the other, in the midst of the crowd there is an incident of sounds, music that plays as well as voices, it's the running and distinct life of this city.

It is not the life that I asked God for or that I planned, in my mind before I never had the idea of becoming a mother early, not even a mother, not even early, but life happened this way, and I simply accepted what it gave me. In my eyes everything has become so detailed, so tender, difficult yet beautiful, sometimes like a ruin, nothing is good at the moment, but at the end of the day, everything will be fine again.

- Mommy will finish the little prince? - I was awakened by the delicate voice, sort of cramming the words into the sentence, I smiled when I heard it, turned my head to look at her, beside me, lower, straight, stepping like a little soldier, starting a dialogue, on her head a red linen cap, her straight black hair, caught in a side braid falling over her shoulder, wearing a uniform of yellow and brown checkered shorts and skirt, the navy blue blouse highlighting the gold and red school crest, on her feet the brown boots.

- Is this a rush to read the new book, Isa? -

Her small, thin, pink lips curve in a weak gesture forming dimples in both cheeks, it is visible that she is curious to hear the story of the girl who stole books. I didn't have a genius baby or anything like that, my daughter was born on the autistic spectrum. She doesn't look at me directly, nor does she answer what doesn't interest her, she is always in her own world, to get out of it takes work.

I look at her with a raised eyebrow, and then I notice that it interests her, but in her way, her time, something I neither want nor can rush. - This Isa? - Her eyes swing wide open, both as black as two almonds, revealing her interest as she stands on the sidewalk.

- I hold up my finger for attention, but she stops, her black eyes looking around as if I were in the air. - If? - I smile at her repetitive pronunciation of what I said, she is indeed interested, it pleases me so much.

- If you eat everything for dinner . - Silence reigns once again, that means it's a yes, we walk to school. After leaving her in the classroom, I go straight to work, it's not easy being a receptionist, a single mother, but between this life and any other, I would choose this one a thousand times.

The day passes quickly at work, between answering and transferring calls, receiving and forwarding people, answering questions, the afternoon arrives, after an intense day at the company that is launching a new line of international perfumes, I pick up the phone to call Fatima, before connecting the call, she is calling me, I answer with a wide smile, I imagine that Isabella wants to start reading The Little Prince soon, she won't talk about anything else to us.

- Hi, I was going to call ag... - I say with a smile on my face, seeing that we are thinking the same thing. - If you were going to pick up Isa from school why did you send Eva? She tells me without even finishing listening to me, her voice shows that she is upset, without even waiting for me to answer, she continues, and then frowns.

- Geez, I was there waiting at the gate and nothing, Eva, this is not done. - she mumbles.

I half laugh, she knows I'm in a huge rush here. - Sure, right? Did you stay at the front desk Fatima? - I ask low, while my coworkers attend to two people, it's seventeen thirty in the afternoon, there's still a little to leave work. - I came in, right? Since she did not come, gee Eva, why not let me in? -.

At that moment I go into despair, my brain despairs, I won't leave here the whole day. - Fatima, I'm not with Isa, I'm at work, stop kidding around.

I say in desperation, trying to calm down, no one is allowed to pick up my daughter, just me or her.

- What do you mean at work? Eva, I'm not joking with you, seriously, you're with Isa aren't you? - I get up from my chair quickly, my heart racing, I feel like I'm going crazy.

- Of course not Fatima, where is my daughter? - The voice comes out in an altered voice making everyone at the reception look at me.

Nothing matters to me right now as much as my daughter. - They said you picked her up early - I hear, but I can't think, I dropped my daughter off at school in the morning with her teacher, how come she's not here? I look around in despair, I haven't been out of here all day.

- I didn't pick up Isa, Fatima. - I reply worriedly, not imagining that my days to follow would be one of pure torment.

[...]

It's been two days of searching, searching, despair, registering a report, police investigating, attentive to the cell phone, desperate, the news daily brings news of children who disappear, who are only found... no, I don't want to think about the worst, what will become of my life without my daughter, Isabella is all I have.

- I brought coffee. - I barely look at the cup, I deny what Fatima puts in front of me. - You have to drink something Eva, eat. - It seems she's the only one who still believes in me, everyone thinks I got her.

She puts the glass in my hand, there are no forests, no places that have searched, asked, the neighbors have mobilized, how is it possible that no one can know about my daughter?

All the teacher said was that she went out during the break, when she returned the janitor said I had picked her up, but how? Why didn't they call me? The janitor says I picked her up, how could I have?

I was at work, my head seems to want to explode into a thousand thoughts, I don't know what to think anymore, the police see me as suspicious, I have already answered several questions because the doorman says it was me, except if ...

Lights inside me turn on like a lighthouse, how could I not think of this before? Evidently it was her, it couldn't be me, it was her, but why? Why?

- My God, Fatima! - I shout, putting the coffee aside, getting up from the chair. - What's wrong Eva? - I stop when Fatima and all the neighbors present look at me curiously, they don't know, nobody knows about my life before I got here, this makes me come to my senses, I must be delirious, but it's my daughter, and for her I'm capable of anything.

- The doorman said I was the one who picked up Isa, Fatima. - Her eyebrows are raised and about to knit together, I drag her by the arm into the room.

- So what? He said it was you, almost. - He said it was me, but I didn't leave the company. - My cell phone, my cell phone - My anxiety increases, this whole time of searching, I didn't think of this possibility, in pure agony, I quickly take out my cell phone.

- Eva, who are you calling? I hear my friend asking curiously.

- It was her, the doorman said it was me who picked up my daughter, but it wasn't me, Fatima. - I say to the woman who still looks at me without understanding, I never forgot the number no matter how hard I tried, except this is not in the device, but in the mind is impossible to delete, forget. I dial each number quickly and nervously without mistakes, I call once, twice, three times...

- Hello Muller residence...- I swallow dry, my heart is racing, a different voice comes from the other side.

- Isa is with you, isn't she? - I am direct, there is no space.

Fatima is still looking at me. - Who is it? Is it someone important? - I nod my head in expectation. - One minute, madam, I'm not sure if Miss Müller is available. - As the woman says, I do, I wait, biting my nails anxiously, if my daughter is with Esra, at least not at risk.

- Can you tell me what's going on?- Fatima says in a loud tone, I look at her. - Wait, I'll explain later. - I say, glancing slightly at the woman of medium height. - Later.... Later. - I sigh deeply, my heart is racing, it's two sleepless nights, we're going to the third.

- Hello! - The thin voice that can't fool me answers the call. - Ezra it's me. - I say in desperation, an agonized mother. - Oh yes, you, what do you want? - She says nonchalantly, I think I'm wrong, could it be? - Ezra, are you...- I start to say, when you interrupt me.

- You want to know about your little creature? It's with me, come to us. - I sigh in relief, closing my eyes, tears come down my torment is over, I never imagined I would be happy that one day Isa would be with her.

- How could you? I've been two days without sleep, without eating, Isa is dependent on me, Fatima how c... - I say without a second thought.

- Spare me your melodramas, Eva, come on, I don't have time to listen to your cries, we're waiting for you. - Ezra was always like that, cold, calculating.

- How is she? - I ask worried, I don't care about the reasons, I know the Mullers don't want us, we are the excluded blurs of the Muller family.

- Don't ask me something like that, you know dear sister, I hate children. - My chest is distressed, I'm sure my daughter misses me. - I'm coming today, Ezra, I hope you don't... - The call is ended abruptly, Fatima stands looking at me curiously, I don't have time to say much, I look at the disconnected cell phone.

Mason Dasilis

- Mr. Dasilis, your breakfast is ready. - The butler's voice interrupts my moment of reflection. I turn away from the field of vision, there was nothing specific to be observed, there are always the same people coming and going on an ordinary day wishing for luck to come their way.

I get dressed, preparing for another day of work. - Would you like me to read your diary now, sir? - I say as I descend the stairs, heading for the long table, the first meal of the day, my days are organized in advance, there is no room to waste time, every second is valid, precious.

The table at which I sit is large, with sixteen chairs, all empty, listening to what I will do during the day, I make my morning meal in silence, trying to organize my thoughts.

- Mr. Dasilis, Mr. Muller will be at the company in an hour, do you want to meet him? - Muller's debt has been in arrears for years, he can't pay me back in any way, he's a poor, miserable phalid, I don't see any way out for him and his family except to work for me, but on what? With what could I entrust a family that was already prestigious in the city to work for me?

- Yes, I will meet him today. - I say sitting at the table, thinking about it, the investigation they did about them, the Muller family is not a big family, Mr. Muller was once an important man in the city, of power, social ascension, Mrs. Muller a greedy woman, I notice it by the shine in her eyes, as for the daughter, I suppose that by what they spend, the two were responsible for the bankruptcy.

[...]

Sitting in the armchair in my living room, I examine the triad standing in front of me, the room exuding a mixture of perfumes, the brunette woman with long straight hair is very beautiful, her round black eyes sway around the large room, her fair skin, smooth as peach, shows to be well groomed if not except by mistake the make-up, the mouth drawn with thin pink lips, the lower lip receives half bites, she is anxious or impatient, while the two older ones, look at me as they can, from the dress to the gold pen in my hand. - Lord Dasilis we have a proposal.

I leave the pen when they decide to break the awkward silence, I look at the man who takes the initiative to speak. - Say it! - I answer impatiently, there is no more time for them.

I see him swallow dryly, then he opens his eyes in a jump, annoyance, anguish, I imagined he would provoke in them, he looks lost at his daughter. -My daughter wishes to marry you.

He says taking the initiative, while the blond woman, short, gloats in words, astonished, I look at her coldly, expressionless, I see her sweat, I look at the girl.

- I don't understand, explain - I tell her seriously, although I understand perfectly.

Surely you have heard that I intend to have an heir, damned servants! - Mr Dasilis, the whole town is talking about your intention to have an heir, we can't afford it, and our daughter is a family girl, educated and well educated... - I see the blonde woman say with fear while I evaluate the three in front of me.

- Are you proposing a debt marriage to me? - I question the three of them, until the girl nods, showing that she has no problem with this. I ask him seriously, waiting for an answer. - Yes, sir. - She answers low, without looking at me, I notice the desperation in her eyes, until she exchanges a look with the blonde woman, short hair with bangs.

I see her smile weakly, showing beautiful teeth for both her father, Aloisio Müller, and her stepmother, Ivone Müller.

I feel a certain pressure in the air, they don't think they will force a young woman to marry me. - Leave me alone with the young lady. - As soon as they leave, I see her holding the cushioned back of the chair, digging her red nails into the cushion, the pink dress extremely tight to her body, the pink bag also hanging on her shoulder, her eyes hunting everything around her but my face.

Ezra and Ivone Muller are two women of dubious behavior, Ezra is pretty, but she has been with several men, building a bad reputation, joining me would not be bad for her, of course, I know that I will never be able to love a woman, and a woman would never really love me, but I need an heir so that all my efforts of years do not end up in the wrong hands.

But I am taken aback by the sudden proposal, the Mullers are desperate with no money, knowing the true face of bankruptcy, about to lose their property to the bank.

They have no way to pay me, while I, would gain nothing from their deaths, except more fame as cold and cruel. Besides it doesn't matter what a woman's background is, they are all the same in the end anyway, money is the common goal. - Do you agree with this? - I ask directly, seeing her fears. The woman just shakes her head positively, I stare at her, it wouldn't be a bad deal would it? They have nowhere to drop dead, for her it would be a good deal.

- I want to have a child, would you be willing to have one? - She swallows dryly without looking at me, I stand up then walk to her front, I hold out my hand raising her chin, making her look at me.

She is a beautiful woman!

Her skin is warm, soft as silk, I watch as saliva trickles down her throat.

I seriously examine every detail, her eyes don't land on me, although she passes and returns, she even gives a half smile that dies when she notices my face.

- Yes sir. - He answers as his black eyes stare at me quickly, I notice he looks at the scar on my face, fear is what I see in his eyes.

- Are you sure of what you say miss?

I ask seriously, she shudders at my question, moistens her lips, lowers her head and nods.

- Yes, sir. - She answers with a hoarse voice, in fact, her family had a legacy in this city.

- If you deliver as expected, I will forget your family's debt, what do you have to say? - I ask after proposing, in fact this woman would earn more than me with this union, I don't want to waste time with just anyone, her surname has a history, her mother was a respected woman in the city, she generated many jobs. I see nodding, which for me is not enough. - Have you lost your voice? - I see her swallowing dryly at my question again, her hands are trembling, as if sounding, I don't care, I still think about how useful this union would be for me until I see her, raising her head quickly saying.

- I am totally willing, Mr. Dasilis. - I release a vague snort, women, always women, none differs, they all want the same, power, fame, money, why should this one be different, it would not be a bad use.

- My lawyers will look for you, when the documentation is ready we will get married, after the ceremony move into my residence, no party and no honeymoon, I anticipate it right now. - I say wanting to finish the conversation, while the woman just nods once again without words, I do not believe it is a bad acquisition to provide me pleasure at night, being an important union, the Muller with Dasilis, one has already been of great ascension in the city, while me, I have not only the power, but the dominion of everything in this city, are days to think about the proposal, they owe me a lot of money, I do not lose even cents, let alone millions.

I don't see any problems with this union, I will soon have the opportunity to have an heir, a marriage, so let it be with someone with an important surname in the city, being good for both sides. The paperwork was organized in days by the lawyers, according to my requirements, without contesting any of them, the woman signed it committing herself to a civil union with me, there would be no easier way to get a marriage, than buying a young, beautiful wife, being the perfect guarantee that soon I will have the expected heir, without having to spend more money on the payment, the woman who will beget him.

[...]

The union had been scheduled for ten o'clock and twenty minutes in the morning, the door of the civil registry office being full when I arrived there were several photographers, people wanting pictures, I got out of the black maybach as soon as the driver opened the door, I buttoned my black suit as I stood up out of the car, being sure that someone let the information leak, evident that this will be beneficial for Muller's bankrupts, a few flashes were fired before the security guards pulled them away, they got what they wanted, their moments of records that will guarantee them some income.

I walked towards the long glass door with two leaves, climbing each step in brown marble, calmly, the security guards opened the door releasing the passage, reinforcing my security, I looked at the space in pastel shades, until I noticed the Muller standing waiting for me, the woman with light skin in excess because of the makeup smiled from corner to corner, in a lilac dress, hat of the same color, exuberant amethyst necklace, which makes me think about the value, or would be the only one left? Demonstrating that she has already enjoyed the benefits of our arrangement.

Mrs. Muller at no time wanted to hide her greed with this union, the man standing in the black suit, gray hair, black eyes, looking very nervous, the pupils of his eyes trembling, I looked at him for a few moments, until his companion nudged him with her elbow, pushing him towards me, making him stumble in front of me like a fool.

- Sir, don't come too close. - Arnold, my assistant warned by putting his arm around his body, I looked down at him standing up smiling, a loser in a suit, dominated by his wife.

I looked around for what interested me, his daughter, there was no room for greetings, although his hand was extended to me, and he wiped his handkerchief across his pale forehead, revealing the beginnings of a bald spot right there, in the two slits right in front of his head.

- It's Ez... - He started shakily to say, without stopping to dry his forehead, before the end of his words, his wife took the front, her blue eyes shining, too perfumed, I raised my head looking for clean air, pure, just his presence would already pollute any environment.

- Mr. Dasilis, Ezra has gone to the toilet sir, she is very nervous, you know how marriage is, it is very important for a woman... - I walked towards the large hall highlighted by ivory Roman columns, both followed me, after the justice of the peace greeting, some witnesses present, the woman in a simple white dress came up half hiding her hands.

I watched her as she walked, beautiful, but nervous, she seemed afraid of something, her dark eyes stared at me for an instant, so simple, so different from what I saw her in my living room, I would say she was a pure woman, in a simple dress model, totally flat like a flower glass of milk, tight to the body, without markings, I would be fooled if I didn't know her background, her black hair, pinned up, parted to the side, little makeup, she looked me straight in the face for a while, I did the same, the way she looked at me differed from the meeting in my room, she kept looking at me seriously, seeming to have something to say, until she lowered her head, was she regretting the deal?

Or was it a demonstration of submission, I examined her body, there was no neckline to expose her breasts, the cut of the dress going to one shoulder only, the other completely bare, but nothing vulgar, the perfect fit.

I was awakened when the sounds of her stepmother's heels sounded on the porcelain floor, walking to her side, with an exposed smile looking at me. She spoke something to him in a whisper, which made her raise her head and look at me, she seemed afraid.

- Mr. Dasilis can we begin? - I nodded to the marriage judge's question, we united in front of the glass altar, in a simple ceremony that culminated with signatures, a woman bearing my last name. - Under the law you are married, Mr. and Mrs. Dasilis may exchange the rings.

My assistant brought the ring box, I put it on her thin finger, the nail painted in light tones, almost white, the tip white, the hand thin, fragile, but warm, she was sweating a lot, the trembling hand kind of slippery, I kept my eyes on her finger while she looked directly at me, the black eyes oscillated without stopping looking around, I suppose for her relatives, if she hadn't talked to me, she would say she doesn't like the union.

I finished by putting the ring on her finger. - Now it's your turn, dear," we heard her stepmother say, as if pushing her to do it, and I saw her fearfully move her thin face and look at the empty ring box. - It doesn't have ... - I said with some restraint, she was not acquiring a husband, but rather, paying off a debt, I imagined she knew this, she did not imagine she would put a ring on my finger, did she? My only interest will be an heir.

Ezra Muller

That I never intended to get married, this was never news to anyone, at least not in Caerleon, but the Muller company went bankrupt, the empire that my mother created collapsed, let's just say that there is no one competent to manage the world of essences, it has been years, living under the patrimony that she created, at least it served to create something, since she was a terrible mother to me, of course this made our surname important for years, but the world is of the strongest, someone bigger and stronger has arrived.

To show us that it is not only of luxury and glamour that life is made of, Mason Dasilis, everyone talks about it, but few see it, I even thought it was an invention, when our fortune was running out, it was in this man that Dad anchored himself, using the power that our last name still had, making loans of very high values, initially he took us the company as payment, this for me was nothing, I never liked it, except for the profits, in fact nothing that belonged to my mother, I like.

With some expenses, gone were our lands, little by little we were falling into disgrace, but Dad still managed to enjoy the Muller legacy around town, with the advice of my best friend and stepmother Ivone, we were fine for a good while, but with the genius of this mobster nobody messes around, Mason Dasilis, closed all the doors, all the business opportunities for the Mullers, out of anger, control. No, because once again my father borrowed money, with nothing to pay back, from this one.

We resorted to borrowing from banks, my father wanted to work, but who? Who would give a job to a phalid old man? He was a laughingstock for us at home, both Ivone and I laughed at him, with each passing month, I couldn't stand it anymore, the poverty, the pettiness of life without money.

I love luxury, wealth, he who is born in a cradle of gold, dies in it. This is the family legacy.

Once again seeing my father see pressured by Mason Dasílis' men to come to his office, the billing date had arrived.

I felt interest and curiosity, only my father really knows this man, the richest and most powerful in town, this time I decided to go. My stepmother and I looked at each other as we were led to the car. There was no way out, he is the biggest, the strongest this time, and my place has always been on the side of the powerful, after all I am not beautiful and wonderful for nothing. - I will marry him. - It didn't matter about passion, love, none of that, when you have money, everything is born, everything exists.

Everyone in town knows that Mason Dasilis is looking for a woman of class to have an heir, with a high payment, and it is strange not to already have a line of women at his door.

Sixty million euros, it was the perfect opportunity for me to marry this man, I swallowed dry just seeing him, out of fear he is so ugly, horrible, besides being cold, every word he says makes me shudder, but it wasn't only dad who was at risk, Ivone was too, and the worst, I am, I swallowed dry, saying no would be a mistake, an endless regret, we would die.Everything we have heard about him around town, my heart palpitated in distress, to go to bed with this guy, and worse, to join him, would be an endless damage to my whole life, I regretted it, but the proposal had already been made, Dad is happy and in admiration, saying that I was always the best.

- Ok, Ok all right, I understand that there is the good side, Ma, but he is a monster! - I said desperately to Ivone after saying yes to him, out of fear, saying no could be the end for us, in debt, broke, about to be killed.

- Honey, you were a genius to think of this, it's our only way out, we have no other way out but to restore our dignity, we will have our lives back again. - I felt her hands on my shoulders massaging me as she told me, my head was throbbing, I just couldn't imagine he was so ugly. - There has to be a way out, I need to think. - I said in agony, looking at that man with that disgusting scar on his face made me want to vomit.

It was hours of thinking, I would never go to bed with that Frankenstein, no, I deserve better than that, of course I want his money, power and fame, but all this comes with something so expensive. - I won't marry him. - Ivone's eyes popped out of the box, when I confessed, she choked in despair.

- What? How else? You can't do this to us Ezra, we're your family, his wrath will be worse. - Her poignant desperation gave me agony, I smiled seeing her desperate look at me. - I don't believe it! - She slapped me on the thigh in astonishment.

- She wouldn't do that! - She said doubtfully, and I laughed listening to her, would she? - Excuse me honey, I have to go see my little sister, I miss her so much," I told her, being sure of what I would do, Eva was always so silly, so stupid.

She stood up quickly, jumping in front of me. - What are you going to do Ezra? - She asked me as if it were impossible to know, I learned everything in life from her, she was more of a mother than the one who brought me into the world. - Don't be anxious my dear, I won't tell you before I act.

I climbed the stairs, packed my suitcase, the same day I traveled to New York, the smell of hard cash reaching my nostrils, it would not be my sweet sister who would take it away, would it? No.

Eva can be altered, be crazy, but not more than me, it was only two days following her route, until she discovered her daughter, the girl always quiet, while she talks to herself, laughs like crazy, tired me in a few hours, boredom, pure boredom the days in New York.

I dressed the same, without make up like her, hair held back by the difference in the cut, I picked up the girl at school who left mute, got on the plane quietly, when she arrived in Caerleon she started to cry, as she suddenly struggled, she wanted some kind of prince, certainly being an invention of that imbecile, princes, gentlemen, even after taking a foot in the ass, can you believe it? Really sister? The idiot to this day thinks that she and I are just one, and that she betrayed him.

The girl cried, screamed, and struggled to sleep. - What are you going to do about it? - Ivone looked at the little girl sleeping on the bed with disgust, clearly she is sick, I sighed deeply. - Wait, do you know who that is? - she denied beside me. - Your stepdaughter's daughter. - Her blue eyes widened in astonishment. - Don't tell me you're Eva's daughter? Did she really?

I nodded, the laughter was expected, all the suffering for that wretch is more than deserved. - Are you Sick? - I nodded, watching her check it closely, the girl didn't even care, two days trying to keep the creature in the room, hungry, crying, struggling, when full she doesn't even seem to exist, staring at nothing, perfect, even in this the poor thing is lucky, the daughter doesn't disturb much, I looked at her for a few moments, if it wasn't for the disease she would be cute.

Eva took a long time to call, making me anxious, for an instant I thought she was relieved to be free, but no, she called, as always desperate, Ivone laughing beside me, while her daughter sat on the floor looking at every piece of toy, she gave me a loss on two dolls, she quieted down with the colored lego, soon after separating by color, I kicked mixing, she looked at me without understanding, until she asked dripping in tears. - Mom, why did you do that? - I laughed, seeing how silly she is, just like her mother.

It wasn't hard to convince her to come to me for the little creature, I arrived home from the party and found her sleeping in her room with an unknown woman, when she woke up I visited her, we talked little, but later she came to me, angry, the tears were running down her face, making me want to, crying as always, melodramatic.

- I will blow your face off you bitch! - Her friend came at me vociferously, I pulled the brat by the arm and put her in front of me. - Come on! - I called, as the girl twisted around trying to get free.

- Not Fatty, Isa! - The woman stopped suddenly as she said crying, another imbecile sighed deeply, her eyes staring at me, she would cut me in half if she could, but she couldn't.

- Look, it looks like you're going to be useful to me little thing! - said the little Eva, coming at me with all fury. - Give me my daughter, you monster! - I pushed the girl in her direction, they both ran to get them, pathetic, the girl barely spoke, nor did she complain.

- Tomorrow at seven be up dear sister, it's going to take a lot of work to transform this trash you call a body into something like mine, have you been starving sister? What have you done with your body? You look like a prison rat. -

They're still kissing the girl who pushes her away, it's so comical. - You're the trash, you bitch! - I laugh at her nervous friend. - Watch your mouth honey, you might wake up with no tongue tomorrow," I warned the intruder.

She gave me a mere lock of eyes, a quiet night without noise, in the morning they began to prepare her for the wedding, scheduled for 10:20, I stayed home waiting for news, worse was our father, we do not differentiate even with the passing of years, blind, so silly, two Ezra walking through the city could not, Eva does not exist here, when my father expelled her we had power in the city, he eliminated any trace of its existence by anger, the shame it would cause, single mother? No, the Müllers couldn't afford it.

- Everything perfect my dear! - Ivone came into the room radiant after the wedding, sat down beside me on the bed, put the ring in my hand, and sat down leaning on the headboard.

- Tell me how it was. - The solid gold ring, it's beautiful, big and stands out. - She only dropped the ring, but he didn't even notice, it could be worse. Your idiot father didn't suspect and neither did he, now we just have to wait, are you sure she'll do everything we want, daughter?