Christopher swallowed hard upon hearing the mission given by his grandmother. "Grandma, I don't know if I could—" "Of course you can. Don't hold back, like that Latin group from the '80s sang." Althea allowed herself to make a joke, which was out of character for her. She was very confident that the Vasconcelos family would triumph again! Gilson continued to be contrary. "Mom, Katrina will never get along with Briana for obvious reasons." Althea wiped the smile from her face and extended her hand to her son in an authoritative gesture. "DON'T EVEN START! I've already said this betting talk is over in this house."No matter how pleased I am with your son-in-law, this bet is what caused our humiliation. If it weren't for this nonsense, I wouldn't have to ask now for Katrina and Briana to forgive each other." Gilson, defeated, sat back down next to his wife, feeling like a ten-year-old reprimanded. Althea continued, "Because of this bet, many people saw how inferior our wedding re
Christopher sped to the Rocha Events Hall. There, upon encountering the empty location, he remembered all the memorable events from his sister's wedding. Except the memorable moments were led by his cousin and the Pauper. Heading to the newlyweds' quarters, he knocked on the door. The door opened, and Katrina appeared wearing casual clothes as if she were a resident of the mansion. "Sis!" Christopher hugged her tightly, "What are you still doing here? Where's your husband?" "That's the big question." Katrina broke the embrace. "Did you tell anyone?" "No, I came straight here," Christopher replied, looking around. The bed didn't seem like it had been shook all night to the rhythm of marital love... It was very clean and made! "Kat, don't tell me you two fought and he left you here!" Christopher felt his face flush red with anger. Katrina sat back down on the bed. "Actually, we fought, I went out for a walk, and then he wasn't here anymore. Sunday passed, and today, Monday, he
Christopher felt like he was participating in one of those prank shows. "Please, miss, confirm this properly! My sister, Katrina Vasconcelos... she is James Ross's wife!" The attendant understood what happened. She suspected that the lady who appeared at the service desk didn't match the gentleman at all. She was a call girl! "I'm sorry, sir, but since Frank Ross was the holder and responsible for the bookings, he switched the names on the tickets. We were just doing our job." "OK, thank you very much!" Christopher hung up and slammed his fist on the steering wheel. Damn! There were moments when Christopher doubted James's 'sincere love' he displayed towards Katrina, especially in front of the rest of the family. Sometimes, Christopher had the feeling that James had his eye on someone else... Someone who was humiliated here in this hall but was suddenly rescued by the helicopter knight and ended up having a wedding party in a romantic cathedral, fit for fairy tales! "So you r
Two days later, Katrina received another blow to her life. The staff of Rocha Events Hall showed up with an embarrassing announcement. “Mrs. Ross, we sincerely apologize for the inconvenience. But the couple needs to vacate the mansion. We will need the house empty for the upcoming wedding reception this weekend.” Katrina swallowed hard and tried to maintain her composure. “My husband went to the supermarket…” “Well, we will wait until tomorrow for you to vacate. We are very happy that you enjoyed our accommodations, but unfortunately, we have other clients who require our services. Thank you for choosing us!” “OK, I—“ Katrina shook her head and corrected herself, “WE thank you for the service. The food was delicious.” After the staff left, satisfied, Katrina's smile faded. Walking to the suite, she picked up her cell phone and dialed her savior brother’s number. Christopher was still asleep in his room at the Vasconcelos Mansion. The phone woke him up, getting him irritated.
Frank tried to get up from the table where he was, maneuvering around friends and 'dancers' sprawled around him.Last night, they had overindulged in drinking and… “Um… Katrina, my dear daughter-in-law! What do you mean you’re not in the Caribbean?” Katrina raised her eyebrows. “You immediately asked if I was NOT in the Caribbean. Your subconscious gave you away.” Frank rolled his eyes in boredom. “Does my daughter-in-law have a degree in psychology or psychiatry? Otherwise, I have better things to do with my time.” “I can smell your cheap vodka breathe from here,” Katrina retorted. “If your son is there, put him on the line, please. I’m back at the Vasconcelos Mansion and my parents still haven’t seen me.” Frank’s heart raced. “Um… my daughter, I didn’t even know in my wildest dreams that my son wasn’t with you. I swore you two were enjoying your honeymoon!” “Those past tense verbs don’t inspire confidence,” Katrina was not falling for her father-in-law’s lies. “OK, tell your s
The next day, Braspolis was abuzz when they discovered that Glamour had won the selection for a collaborative project with the LCN Group. The Economics section of the LCN newspaper was overwhelmed with numerous comments from curious onlookers and businesspeople perplexed by the group president's decision. However, they could not even question him. The president was still on his honeymoon. Indeed, when the announcement was made, Mark cleverly decided to celebrate by restarting their incessant and voracious marital love marathon without telling his wife the reason.Briana had barely begun to walk again, but... Susana Linz smiled in understanding when she received a message from Mark instructing her to take care of everything. Thus, she released a press statement explaining the decision. "As Vice President of the LCN Group, we inform you that the fashion and consulting company Glamour surprised us with its innovative proposal to expand its territory into the world of television an
"Well, now that I see my sister knows how to stand up for herself, I'll go back to sleep." Christopher finally adjusted his sweatpants and left, only now realizing he was barefoot when he felt the cold floor on his feet. After the door was closed, James massaged his sore cheek. "That's going to leave a mark." "No, your tan will disguise the slap mark." Katrina rolled her eyes and ground her teeth in dissatisfaction. "ARGH! James, why did you do this to me? This must've been your father's idea! When I called him, I could smell his cheap vodka breath!" "Did you call or talk to him?" James looked confused. Katrina raised her hand again. "Don't irritate me! We need to come up with another story to explain to my parents and Grandma Althea why you're tanned and I'm not!" "What did you say?" James sat down on the couch. "I said I slathered on a lot of sunscreen!" Katrina exclaimed indignantly. "Then tell them that I, as a man, didn't put on much and got burned." James unbuttoned his b
Friday, on a tropical deserted island. The only mansion built in this island bore witness to the fervent, frantic, and incessant union of the newlyweds who had arrived the week before. The bed had managed to withstand the incessant jolting and banging of the headboard against the wall in sync with the voracious and wild rhythm of its owner. However, now it was time to leave. Having completed another marathon, the couple's heads emerged from under the sheets, both red and sweaty. Mark, the smiling husband, commented, "Well, darling, the playground is over. We need to go back." "Really?" Briana asked sarcastically, unable to even lean against the headboard of the bed. "That's too bad, right?" Mark stretched his mischievous smile. "Oh, I didn't know you needed more. Looks like I haven't been efficient yet..." "Hey, can you not understand a simple joke?" Briana exclaimed quickly, fearing that Mark would jump on her for... How many times had they? She had already lost count! Mark