My Bilionaire

but something always comes up here that stops me from going. At Carol and Sam's wedding, one of the few times I traveled, I saw her almost a year after our breakup, but I didn't

I'm in New York, and how beautiful and exciting it is. In two days I managed to pack my things into two large suitcases and left my manager at the front of the store. Good thing Carolina and Sam promised that they will make biweekly trips to see how things are going, while I go to study with my idol. Arnon Miller. This is another thing that is leaving my heart in my mouth. Meeting this man, for me, will be like seeing a celebrity. I've been following him since the first period of my college. Carol was right to insist, if she weren't here, she would martyr me forever. — We've arrived at the hotel, ma'am — the taxi driver tells me. I thank him as I get out and then open the trunk. The concierge picks them up for me and puts them on a cart as he walks me to the hotel entrance. - Wow! — I exclaim immediately, seeing how fine and refined the place is. Thank heavens I don't pay the daily rates, but if it were in my pocket, I wouldn't have enough money to pay the third daily rate. — Full name, please — the receptionist asks me. — Bárbara Sophia Souza Alves — I reply. More Brazilian than my name, I find it difficult to find. He confirms and hands me the key. When I enter my room, I hold my chin so it doesn't drop. If it's beautiful downstairs, my room makes it a shame to go in and use it, it's so beautiful. The boy leaves his bags in the locker and waits for the tip. I pay him and lock the door after he leaves. Then, I open the window and come across Time Square. — Holy shit! — I exclaim, laughing like a child. Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine staying in a place like this. The ridiculous thing is that as soon as I see the hearts on the signs, the first image that pops into my head is his. Brian. However, I know he would never return to the US due to his family problems. And that's good, at least I'll enjoy my life. Who knows, maybe I’ll meet another foreigner? NO! No Americans until about 20 years from now. Even if they are hot, hot, dark-haired, blue-eyed, with a charming smile and cute appearance that makes you want to put them in a jar. — Stop thinking about Brian, Barbara! — I complain to myself. So, I take his image