I took the red dress in my hands. The fabric was very soft and the style of the dress was very sensual. Without crossing the thin line of the ordinary.
It had a pronounced low back. It had no sleeves or straps, a sweetheart neckline in the front, and a sensual slit at the bottom.
The color is intense red, with pretty sequins. It looked beautiful for a night party.
Without thinking much about it, I left it on the bed again. I went to take a shower. When I came back, I saw my mother having dinner.
"One of the maids brought it to me. It's good, but nothing compared to Mexican food." She expressed without stopping eating.
I gave her a slight glance. I sat down in front of the dressing table and dried my hair, there was everything I needed to make up my face.
It seemed that Mrs. Camila had thought of everything. The room was small, however, it did not lack anything.
I started to make up my face, using night makeup. I don't know what awaited me, maybe my future husband wants to invite me to a party or something like that.
The dress is very luxurious, as if to just take me for a walk to the living room. It must always be impeccable, something that I have quickly learned from Mrs. Camila.
I was going to leave my hair loose, falling over my shoulders, but something didn't quite convince me, so I gathered it up, with a classic and elegant hairstyle.
"Paola, where are you going?" My mother's question caused a slight smile to appear between my red lips.
Even I didn't know where I was going to go. So I answered.
"Finish your dinner. There is a screen pressing that button, you can watch any television series. I don't know what time I'll be back."
"Are you going to leave me here alone?" She asks me surprised.
I raised one of my eyebrows as an answer. Does my mother still not realize that we are no longer in Mexico? We are objects for these people's hands.
We must act with intelligence and not with arrogance and defiance. The game for us started from the moment we set foot in this country.
I put on the blessed dress, which fit me perfectly. As if they had made it for me. The shoes matched perfectly, making me look like a queen.
When I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I see that everything is perfectly in its place and then I leave the room leaving my mother alone.
Outside was another woman, I imagined that she was sent by my future husband. She approaches me, trying to put her hands on my arm.
"I can walk alone, I don't need anyone to help me." I said, dodging her hand easily.
Again she began to speak in her language, something that I did not like at all.
"Sono ordini del signor Massimiliano. La portero dov'e lui."
...(These are orders from Mr. Massimiliano. I will take her to where he is)...
I passed beside her, walked to the outside of the mansion. Outside one of the vans was already waiting for us, seeing me approaching, the driver opens the door, I get in, and the door closes.
The woman sent by that Maximiliano gets in the van in front with other men.
The van where I was traveling follows the van in front to a luxurious mansion.
Both vans stop and I stare for a moment through the glass. There was a luxurious party in that house, there were luxurious cars parked in the garage and at the entrance.
Beautiful women walked arm in arm with handsome men. It was a party like those I went to when I was a young girl.
I ran my tongue over my lips, it was my turn to return to what I once escaped. I clenched my fists tightly, looking coldly at the door of the van.
I got out slowly. The woman approached me, again she tries to take my arm, but with just one look from me she stops.
She walks next to me until we reach the entrance of the mansion. There were two people dressed in suits. The woman exchanged a few words and they let us pass.
She takes me to a salon, passing before through a long corridor. Upon arriving at the salon, I quickly attracted the attention of many of the guests.
In a few seconds, I became the center of attention. The gaze of many fell on me. Making me feel very strange. I don't know if they saw me because of how beautiful I was, or for something else.
Soon a middle-aged man approached me. He left his companion alone.
"Bella donna. Chi sei? Vieni da solo?"
(Beautiful woman. Who are you? Are you alone?)
The man, I don't know who the hell he thought he was, tries to take my hand, without my consent. It was something that makes me furious.
I got a little closer to him, my red lips open slowly, just to say.
"Listen to me well, you old lecher. Go back where I came from or I swear you'll regret it. I'm Mexican, and you don't want to mess with me."
The man gradually withdrew. A little calmer, I walked to the center of the room. I took a glass from one of the waiters and drank it in one gulp.
I felt like a clown among so many unknown people. I had no one to talk to. Everyone spoke in different languages. And I was just waiting impatiently for the idiot of my fiance to appear.
Not knowing anything about him. What he looks like physically, I couldn't know if he was among all the guests, watching me as if I were a scared mouse.
Maybe he wants to test me and know how I reacted when I am surrounded by so many strangers.
I drank another glass, every time they approached me they spoke in languages I don't understand. I just smiled kindly, until a man and a woman approached me.
"Paola Gomez." The man knew my name, something that left me very surprised.
"Where do you know me from?" I questioned, immediately.
The man separates from the woman, takes a slight step forward, extends his hand, and says.
"Maximiliano Ferrechez." I almost fell on my butt when I heard his name.
He was an extremely handsome man, I couldn't deny that physically he was a hottie. Tall, tattooed, blue eyes, muscular, no beard, almost perfect face.
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