**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
"Let's have a toast for a life full of comes and goes!" he says it out loud and raise his bottle. "Cheers!"
"Cheers!" we repeat it, toasting with each other.
Sam gives me a short hug and kisses my head. He wears a gray smock and light jeans. His skin is tanned, which reminds me that he went to the beach earlier today.
"Are you happy?" he asks me smiling.
I smile back and think about what Filipe told me. Sam's smile gets wider.
"That's great," he seems satisfied.
I'm happy to make him happy, but not for being in a place where people just remind me of a past that doesn't belong to me anymore.
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The night turns out well. The questions they addressed me are tiring and repetitive. I answer them patiently not to seem bored, but at this moment, a morphine injection doesn't seem a bad idea. Some minutes after we arrived, two of Sam's girlfriends appeared and packed VIP box called "United Models" which has capacity only for six people. When Sam grabs me to dance, one of them starts glare down on me.
Calm down, Kill Bill, I'm not a threat.
I clear out by saying that I needed to go to the toilet by miming to Sam.
"Do you want me to take you there?" he asks looking a bit worried.
His face is blushed by the dancing and also by the alcohol. I say no by shaking my head, and I squeeze myself to get out the VIP box.
O place became a bit more crowded since we arrived, and I wonder how it is the dance floor downstairs. Probably, packed. Lucky me I'm upstairs,The VIP box is composed by a selected group of people: actors, millionaires, artists, soccer players e so forth. You need to be invited to get there, but the invitations are extremely hard to have. Somebody should have money to burn to have spent all that money to have us here.
The toilet is roomy and very light. The decoration has Hollywood stars on the walls. Marilyn Monroe looks at me, she is drawn on the mirror I look at. I remove a bit of the mascara that smudged under my eyes, and I shake the dress off with my hands, cleaning imaginary dirt. I leave the toilet, I walk among people, and I imagine how everyone is in the VIP box. When I picture Sam surrounded by two models, Filipe making out with someone, and Sasha staring at her precious Michael, it makes me change my mind coming back. I need some air. I turn myself towards the bar, and I try to see it above thousands of heads in front of me. The bar is not crowned.I think of what to do next, but I go in the direction of the colored lights by the end of the hall. Nobody will notice if I a ten-minute-break to be alone. I edged among people and try not to lose balance on the high heels. I think I didn't lose my ability to use those, but it's better not take any risks.
