We were sitting in the brunch room at the Social Club. It was our favorite spot. Security guards were scattered around the place, keeping an eye on us, but they gave us privacy to talk. The girls wanted to know every sordid detail of my wedding night. And of course, I was more than happy to share with them how handsome, romantic, and attentive my husband was.

"And you, Mel, how's it been living with Nando?" I asked, but I already knew my friend was happy.

"Oh, Cat, my Nando is a prince!" my friend sighed. "He's the kind of guy who brings me breakfast in bed, prepares romantic surprises, treats me like a queen!"

"Nando is such a gentleman, Mel," Taís agreed.

"And you, Sam, things with Miguel went bad, right?" Virgínia asked.

"Ví, I even went out with him a couple of times, but I wasn't comfortable and nothing happened, so he told me he was going to back off because he didn't want to wait for me to make up my mind," Samantha explained.

"He was rude to you, and I apologize for that. I di