I look to the extravagant man, his eyes are brown, afterwards look to my parents.

-He is my fiancé?-I swallow saliva, my mother assents without taking me a lot of importance.



-Beautiful Wool...-Speech with deep voice, loaded of seduction, avoid fruncir my ceño and limit me to go down the look.-We go.-My parents assent, he extends his hand but do not accept it, go through his side, was conscious that this would happen some day, that my pink world would finish, this is the tradition of the family.-Lana, Lana, Lana...-I listen as it snaps his tongue with disapproval by my behaviour. It takes my elbow, and throws of me with firmness.-Your days of girl finished, now will do all what I say.-It growls in my hearing, frunzo my lips.

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