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erstand. "Hey, Isa! How was your weekend?" Clara's voice interrupts me as I barely start typing in my computer password. Of course she's already here. Clara appears with a glass of green juice

I couldn't even pronounce, and rich people showing off in red carpet-worthy outfits. I felt totally out of place, like an actress who walked into the wrong movie. "Isabella, stop hanging around there and come have some fun!" - Clara practically dragged me to the center of the party, laughing as she drank her second glass of sparkling wine. "Having fun" was the last thing I wanted. My plan was quite simple: socialize a little, drink as little as necessary so as not to seem antisocial, and get out of there as quickly as possible. That was, of course, until I accepted the first glass of wine. And after the first, the second, and the third... Everything started to get a little blurry from then on. I remember Clara introducing me to someone - a tall guy with an easy smile, the typical heir to a fortune who had never had to work a day in his life. In my alcohol-fogged mind, I immediately thought: Oh, of course, this is Dante Ferraz. Of course. - Nice to meet you, Isabella - I remember saying, trying to sound confident while my head was already starting to swim slightly. He laughed, that kind of easygoing laugh that makes any woman think, "Yeah, this guy knows he's cute." We talked about something completely trivial, me laughing at jokes that probably weren't even funny, until at some point - and I don't know how - we were dancing. Yes, dancing. I hate dancing in public. It must have been the wine, it had to be. And then, more lashes. He pulled me to the outside area of ​​the ballroom, where the music could still be heard in the background, but the atmosphere was calmer. I remember being dizzy, but not just from the wine. I was enchanted by the way he spoke to me, a natural charm that I hadn't expected. "So... are you always like this?" I asked, not sure what he meant by "like this." "Like what?" He smiled, leaning closer. I don't know what came over me, but at that moment I laughed. And then, he kissed me. The kiss. Yes, I remember that part well. It was like in the movies, with flashing lights in the background, the kind of scene where even the stars seem to conspire to make the moment perfect. Except, of course, in my case, I tripped right after, dropping my wine glass on the floor. Total elegance. After that,