(I know, I suck)
At seven o'clock in the afternoon, after hanging up the handset, Lucia looked at white hands to check the status of red nail polish still fresh, but this was perfect. Her mood could be described as a balanced mix between calm and controlled euphoria satisfactory. Andrew had called again. It was the third time in four days. A Lucia liked to tell her friends who had trouble falling in love, despite the suitors seemed drop you from heaven. This time, however, had to admit that the situation was different. Andrew really interested him and soon he could no longer hide. It was her next boyfriend, they both knew.
He went to the balcony of his room and lit a cigarette without thinking about anything, watching the cars run by the Avenida del Libertador. After five years of study, finally have a long vacation. Was a month still to reach her law degree from Southern University, and his father had agreed to that month was taken to rest. The promised gift had arrived: the next day had to go to get his passage to Europe. He had been there a couple of times before, but first go alone. He had already talked to her friends English and English that he had met in Punta del Este. Be found all in Barcelona. Lucia thought that city, which was more imagined than real photos. April was an ideal month to be. No place was too crowded and the weather was great. Not to mention the Primavera Sound, with all those bands that sounded each morning in his i-pod.
A breeze began to blow at the height of his tenth floor and Lucy decided to enter. I had to swim for eating out. He paused to look in the full-length mirror.
She no longer surprised, of course, but people just knew it did not stop it. It was normal for everyone to look at her when he went to a place or are simply wrong. It could be for his curly red hair, its exotic features, skin almost transparent or her figure, tall and smooth. Lucy was very proud of, and may be a model or just wife, had studied and become a lawyer. A beautiful and intelligent lawyer of twenty years. He chose a black dress trimmed with green satin shoes, Miu Miu and wrapped Mischka Satin. A compact pouch Cacharel and a few drops of Issey Miyake after bath salts would complete a set for success.
As he undressed he could not help but smile. Everything around him seemed to say: get ready, because it is about to begin the best time of your life.
looked at his watch: half past seven. The facial tumor, which grew quietly for months under his right cheek, begin to be noticed three hours later.
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