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comes on the right day, other times it decides to play tricks on me and be late, like now. That's it. It must be the stress. Work, life, that damn Ferraz party... It's all piling up, and my body i

ecret identity. "Wow, big news. The guy is a spoiled playboy, of course he got drunk," I say, trying to sound disinterested, but I can already feel my heart racing. "No, Isa, you don't get it. He got so drunk that... he doesn't remember who he slept with!" She drops this like it's the atomic bomb of gossip. I, on the other hand, freeze. What? How come he doesn't remember? Not that I expected a romantic serenade or anything, but does the guy really have no idea who he spent the night with? This can only get worse and worse. - And there's more - Clara continues, barely containing her excitement. - He's texting the girls who were at the party, trying to find out who the mysterious lucky girl is. Like, all of them. I feel the ground opening up beneath me. Texting all the girls at the party? That means he... he doesn't remember. Anything. Not even me. My stomach is in such a knot that I don't even know how I can keep breathing. - And you, did you get any texts? - Clara asks with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. She can barely hide how much fun she's having with this. - Maybe you're the mysterious girl? I laugh nervously, trying not to show the panic that's about to consume me. - Of course not, Clara - I answer, trying to sound casual. - That guy doesn't even know who I am. Thank God. She makes a face like she's not convinced. - Are you sure? Because, honestly, I think he would definitely hit on you. - Clara looks me up and down, as if she's weighing the odds. I roll my eyes, but inside, doubt begins to eat away at my insides. Did I receive a message and I didn't see it? Or worse, is he trying to find me and I'm running away from something that will end up following me anyway? "I didn't receive any message. And honestly, I hope I never see that guy again in my life," I say, a little harsher than I intended. Clara raises her eyebrows, surprised by the tone of my voice. "Okay, okay, you know what," she says, raising her hands in surrender. "But I would love to be in that girl's place, oh, I would love to! Sleep with Dante Ferraz and still be sought after by him? I would already be enjoying the fame." I give a forced laugh, but inside... everything starts to make sense. I didn't rece