While the couple walked hand in hand through the hall, they were watched by everyone. Arya looked for Betty, who had left there very nervous. She thought the woman had gone upstairs to the bedroom, but when she found the housekeeper, she discovered that Betty was in the garden.Arriving there, she saw that her aunt was not well at all. Her hands were trembling and she was breaking out in a cold sweat.“Aunt, are you all right? Why did you leave like that?” she asked, worried.“How can I be all right if that savage dared to challenge me?”“Calm down, aunt. Let's try something else. We can't give up after the first lost battle.”“I know. I'm trying to think of something, but nothing comes to mind right now. All I can think about is that, at this moment, she is parading through that hall, smiling, as if she were one of us.”“Stay calm, I have an idea.” She smiled devilishly, looking at her aunt, who, upon seeing the young woman's excitement, composed herself and smiled the same way.“Tel

“I don't have her phone number. To be honest, things haven't been easy here at all.” Her voice grew sad.“What do you mean?” Aurora asked, concerned.“His mother doesn't like me. If you could see the kind of person she is, you would be shocked, just like I am. Since I arrived, we've had zero dialogue, and every time we see each other, it's unpleasant! She judges me by my appearance, nationality, social status, and a million other things. She looks me up and down; she's arrogant, conceited, and disrespectful; she thinks she's the queen of the country and always right.”“Denise, I'm so sorry. I didn't know any of this. From everything you've just told me about her, I'm worried about what you might be going through there,” she said, concerned.“It's okay. I even knew she wouldn't accept me right away, but I wasn't expecting certain things. Just imagine someone prejudiced. She didn't even talk to me. On the first day she saw me, she turned her back on me, judging me as if I were someone w

In the morning, Angelina had sent a car to pick Denise up so they could go out and have breakfast together.The place the young woman chose was an outdoor café, with a view of the great London Eye. The place was very refined. Even though she was already used to frequenting these environments with Saulo, she still hadn't gotten used to so much luxury.“I'm glad you asked someone to pick me up. I want to avoid asking favors or anything like that from the staff of that house,” Denise confessed.“You shouldn't avoid it, since they are your employees too. You are Saulo's fiancée, and soon you will be the future Mrs. Taylor. People need to get used to that, whether they like it or not. Obeying your orders is the same as obeying Saulo.”“I don't care about these things. In fact, at this point, I don't even wish Saulo were rich. That way, it would avoid many things. This whole matter of social status and traditional family is only getting in the way between us. Sometimes I wish he were an ord

Three and a half years ago.It was six in the evening when the bus Denise was on arrived in the capital. Her uncle Joaquim was already waiting for her anxiously at the bus station. His niece's arrival at the farm was highly anticipated, since he cared for the girl very much, as if she were his own daughter.“Uncle Joaquim, I missed you so much!”When Denise got off the bus and saw her uncle, she couldn't hold back her emotion. She cared deeply for him and hugged him as if she were meeting her own father.“My God, how you've grown, girl! If it weren't for that long hair, I wouldn't have recognized you,” her uncle said, praising his niece's long black hair. It was like her trademark.Since she was little, Denise had always been very protective of her hair. She never allowed her mother to cut it, only to trim the ends. Her hair was her passion. It didn't matter how she dressed—if her hair was neat and silky, everything was fine.Her uncle immediately took her luggage and placed it in the

After clearing up the misunderstanding with the poor employee, who had been fearing the worst, Saulo and Oliver went to the sugarcane field, taking three more men to try to help find that mysterious Rosa, since there were no other employees or residents in the village with that name.“Are you sure this wasn't all in your head?” Oliver asked his friend, who had already described the woman's appearance a hundred times.It was getting dark, and none of the men were having any success with the search.“I'm not crazy, Oliver. Just imagine a beautiful brunette, with long, coal-black hair. She had a hat on her head and was carrying her broken flip-flop in her hand. She was wearing short denim shorts, showing off beautiful thighs.”“All right, that's enough! The way you've talked about her so much, it's likely I'll start seeing her too, like an apparition in front of me. Whoever that woman is, she must have already left. Let's call off this search. She surely found her way home.”[…]In the m