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s needs. Lucero's words kept going through my mind until I hit rock bottom and felt that my only way out was to sell my life to the devil, to that old man w

ut to sell my dignity because I have nothing. Desperation has driven me to make that drastic decision. Her response was that e

ses or refuse. She told me that I had to ask for permission and that I had no choice but to go to the apartment and wear one of her

red me to do, against my will to become a crazy liar, I went to

body was automatically starting to sweat, and not to mention the air that I was lackin

urse because I haven't signed

not hesitate to get up from his desk and come towards me, and I, like a stupid person, stepped back and fell to the ground like a brute. As best I could, I quickly got up and told

artment and look for the dress, the heels, and do my hair, and no one could beli

nimal, but it was true. After leaving my clothes on the floor in my path, I took a fifteen-minute bath before heading to Lucero's closet to find the damn dress. I felt

ause the traffic was terrible. The enormous problem was that my nerves and Lucero's insistent calls didn't help much, so I made the decision to get

ge, but minutes later, I came to my senses when I remembered my parents. No matter h

w me was call me irresponsible. Aaaahhh, she didn't understand that the high heels didn't help bec

d to top it off, the man who needed to get married was the same one

ity is right in front of me. I won't deny that he intimidates me, makes me nervous, a

he would talk to me the same way he did yesterday, bu

th him, because yesterday he showed me another side of

coin, although my friend says he's

'm nervous, and he's noticing it. I

t's no use reading a contract that