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can't see a two-real bill and won't stop until she spends it all. And she takes after our father in that regard. José dela didn't calm down until we spent our last penny and no

really going to waste your chances with that man? At dinners, we saw that intelligence is not his strong point, he has no idea how to differentiate beer brands, will he really be able to keep sponsors? Think, Emília, don't be stupid like your mother was. I swallow hard and return to sit on the white sofa, while my sister processes the matriarch's words. Pudding, my cat with dark fur that resembles pudding syrup, jumps into my lap and curls up in my arms. - Why do I have to sacrifice myself? I love Thom and he loves me, grandma. - Excellent. But when you're paunchy and living under the bridge, I hope this love fills your bellies - she says irritably and leaves with all the grace that her almost eighty years allow. My fingers slide through the soft fur and I hear my sister take a deep breath, our mother comes and plops down on the old armchair, which Dona Venécia loves more than anything in this house. -Mom went crazy. Wanting you to get married for money. - He looks at me with teary eyes. - This was not the future I asked God for when they were born. It was not. Her eyes close tightly and expression lines, which haven't seen Botox in three years, appear marking practically her entire face. Emília squats in front of her and again I am a mere spectator of the complicity between mother and daughter. - We'll find a way, mom. I'm going to marry Thom, and we're going to stay in this house. - His brown eyes like wet earth turn in my direction and Pudding scratches me. - Daughter, it's a lot of money... - We'll find a way. I won't marry for money, but Diana will - she speaks firmly and a shiver runs up my spine. - No. Definitely not - I say, starting to get irritated and my sister gets up. - And I already know with whom. - His eyes pass from me to my mother, who opens her mouth hopefully. - Who? - Lorenzo Clifford, I just need to know how. But you're going to marry him, Diana," she replies, leaving me floored, breathless, without everything. My head feels heavy and the bitter taste takes over my mouth. Not even dead will I marry this playboy from hell. Not even dead! One week Emília has been trying to make me give in to her crazy idea of ​​marrying that idiot. I w