Denise had taken a shower and was lying on the bed, exchanging messages and informing everyone at the farm that she had arrived, saying that the trip had gone very well, without any setbacks.Soon, the door opened, and in came a completely different Saulo, red as a pepper, so nervous he was.“Have you unpacked, babe?” he asked seriously.“Not yet. Why?” She stood up, startled by her fiancé's mood.“We're going back to Brazil tomorrow immediately!”“What? Why? What happened?” She was confused, not understanding the sudden decision.“You've already seen what things are like here. There's no way to talk to my mother. If the first day was already this mess, I don't want to stick around to see what comes next.” He spoke while pacing back and forth across the room, revealing how shaken he was.“Alright.” She replied calmly. “If that's what you want, then that's what it will be. You know what's best.”Even though she agreed with her fiancé, Denise felt sad. Deep down, she wanted to make a go

Seeing that his fiancée didn't like the idea, he quickly started explaining.“Arya is a childhood friend. I never told you about her?” he asked, pretending to be calm.“No, you never did!” she replied seriously.“Don't worry, babe, she's just a friend.” He smiled nervously, knowing the temperament of the woman he had.Although she wasn't jealous, Denise didn't like finding things out at the last minute.“And since when do you have female friends?” she scoffed.“I haven't seen her in years. 'Friend' is just a term I use. Like I said, it's something from childhood. We studied together for a long time, then she left London, and soon after, I left as well. We don't have any contact anymore.”“I see,” she scoffed again. “I remember using that term with some friends I had at the farm, and you cut all of them off, didn't you?” She recalled when Saulo had been jealous of the workers in the cafeteria where she worked before going to Oliver's house.“But those bastards wanted more than friendsh

Outraged by his friend's insinuation, Saulo immediately reprimanded her.“Arya, what is this? Why are you saying these things to Denise?” he asked nervously.“How many years have we been friends, Saulo? Twenty, twenty-five? I don't even remember anymore; I've lost count! I'm not criticizing your relationship, but I know you better than anyone. I've met every woman you've been involved with, and Denise is completely different from all of them. You won't work out. You're only giving people a reason to speak badly about you and your family, which I know very well does not approve of this relationship. Her presence here must be some kind of bad joke, or maybe revenge for something. I don't believe you're really thinking about marrying someone like her. Her plain appearance shocks me. There's nothing about her that I find attractive.”Her words left him shocked. He hadn't imagined Arya would say something like that, especially in front of Denise.“Have you ever thought that the reason thin

“Morena?”Saulo entered the room nervously, waking Denise, who was in a deep sleep on the bed.“What happened?” Seeing her fiancé's expression, she stretched and immediately sat up. “What's the reason for this agitation?”“Did you know there was something happening tonight here at home?”Saulo's posture in front of the bed made her shiver. He had one hand on his waist, while the other ran through his hair, pushing it back nervously, exposing the veins in his neck, tense.“Stop thinking nonsense now.” She snapped back to herself.She was caught off guard. She had promised her fiancé's father that she wouldn't say anything about the reception until the day of it, since the man had sworn it would be a surprise. But now, seeing her fiancé's expression, she realized that someone had already gone ahead and told him what would happen that night.“Who told you?” she asked, concerned.“It doesn't matter who told me. What I want to know is why you hid this from me.” He breathed deeply, trying n

The party hall was already full. Several elegant people were talking while the sound of a violin echoed through the large room.Betty Taylor smiled as she spoke with Arya about something she had done a few minutes earlier.“You should have seen her face. She was left speechless. I bet that when I left and closed the door, she started crying like a child.” She laughed, trying not to draw too much attention.“Do you think it will work, aunt?” Arya was anxious. “Do you think just that will be enough to stop her?”“She won't have anything elegant to wear, and she certainly won't come downstairs in just anything. I don't believe she has the courage to embarrass my son, especially in front of his friends,” she explained.“Aunt, I knew you would do something, but I didn't imagine you would go that far.”“There are things that are better said in this people's language!” she snapped. “So they can learn. That savage won't have the courage to embarrass Saulo. She'll certainly lock herself in tha