Love ProposalEN

You can't forget who you are, because someone will always appear to remind you... From a very young age, we are taught that lying is a bad thing, and that lying makes you a bad person. But that is precisely the first lie. Sometimes the only way to fight lies is to face them.... “Miss, you can't be here, please!” The receptionist shouts in an agitated manner, trying to catch up with me. “I've been asking for this appointment for two months! I can't wait any longer, I'm sorry!” I replied in desperation; and so it was, this was my only chance and maybe in the future I would thank myself for this. I was determined to follow Joshua's recommendation, I wanted to try to erase marks that no one could see, but I felt them burning every morning I opened my eyes. I stopped in the middle of the room, I was shaking with sweaty hands and thought that at any moment my knees might give out. Anne had done a survey for her project on this company, the most prosperous company in England, Ankarali C

The uneasiness begins to sink into my body, right now I feel like someone is drowning. It's a nightmare... I'm in a nightmare, again. “Calm down.” she smiles at me and I scream in despair, he's going to kill her! Noooooo! no mom, stay here, stay with me!!! A constant repetitive vibration causes me to wake up, I sit up suddenly sweating until I see that the shirt I'm wearing is stuck to my chest. “Shit!” I pronounce a little upset. Another nightmare I look for my cell phone between the sheets and quickly grab it without reading who it is. “Yes?” “I can't believe you're getting up until now!” says Angelo almost in a shout. I quickly look at the time and it's eleven in the morning. It can't be, so I clear my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut. “It's Saturday, I have the right,” I reply lazily, “How was dinner?” “As usual, you know... I was calling last night, and you never answered,” he speaks to me in a curt manner, as if I should make excuses for him. “Yes, I left my cell p

The next morning I find myself running to the university, I need to arrive five minutes before the exam, because I want to personally deliver the essay that Mr. Sliking has asked me to write about the environmental impact that the mega companies have left and the ecological contribution that they can provide if they wish to do so. I have not consulted this project with Angelo, and even if he does not accept it I will propose it to some other company that wants to undertake it, I know it is a good proposal and I would like very much that Ankarali could execute it. “Mr. Sliking, I wanted to give you my project personally.” I handed the folder in his hands. “Samantha, very well I will read it in detail, are you ready for your last exam?” I feel a certain satisfaction in his look and I swell with pride. “Yes sir, I won't let you down.” I take my seat, ready to finish with this class, it is not the last of the semester, but it will be of this subject, although suddenly a certain nostal

The murmur of the crowd made me lose focus more than usual. I turn my head from side to side so I can find Angelo where he indicated. He didn't give me a flight number. He just said Heathrow International Airport at 2:30 in the afternoon at the entrance of the City Merck cafe, and here I am a little desperate already. I reach into my handbag for my cell phone, to see if I have a call from him or I going to dial him immediately. I turn on the screen and indeed there is nothing. A nervousness has been attacking me since I left my apartment. Even Anne herself witnessed a certain tremor on my lips when I said goodbye. I dial Angelo's number again and sharply expel the air I have compressed. One tone... Two tones... Three tones. But my eyes are getting exorbitantly wide, I even know that my face does not have the necessary regularity right now... I remove the device from my ear and my hand slowly drops. The whole Ankarali family is heading towards me at this moment.... Ercan, Adriel.

After the blessed breakfast, Evie asked me to accompany her to a tent, because according to her tonight will be the main ceremony where a kind of ritual will be done to start the pre-marriage week. She explained to me that the rest of the week will only be breakfasts and dinners where they will share and get to know each other among family and friends. Saturday will be the official wedding of Steven and his future wife. I would like that to be the end of this travesty. And today is only Monday. “Brando, you can go, I'll let you know when to pick us up, please,” Evie says to the middle-aged man who brought us to a boutique in downtown New York. “Yes ma'am,” the man says goodbye as we get out of the car towards the store. It's a beautiful store, I think I'll take some ideas to Anne for when she wants to have her own business, she smiled with excitement as she envisioned something like this for herself. “Do you like anything?” Evie asks without looking at me. The truth is, we both l