Chapter 1
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Joana
Have I told you today that I hate my family?
I stand there looking at myself in the mirror of a bridal store.... Yes, that's exactly what you
are reading, bridal stores. Now the question is: are you, Joana, going to get married?
Kind of ironic, isn't it, that I thought that one day I would get married, have children and be
happy forever?!
This Prince Charming story no longer stuck with me. Once I thought that
I had found my better half. But I ended up meeting an i***t who
As soon as he met my sister, he simply stopped liking me and started hitting on her.
Now I ask: what do you think my parents said? That's right... nothing!
Nothing!
I was really pissed off. I might not be Miss Universe, but I was very
better than my sister.
But no, his mother's son said he had fallen in love with her and that they would soon
marry. Saying that I cried, I begged, yes, I did all of this, was of no use.
Then, on October 5th, my ex was finally going to marry my sister.
—Joana, my daughter, you need to lose weight — he said
my mother, Dona Isabel, a beautiful woman but at the same time futile.
My sister Cláudia was the Miss Universe type, just the way Leonardo loved her.
— Why do you insist that I go to a wedding that was supposed to be mine? — I question and she just looks at me with that fresh face and says:
— It's time for you to stop thinking you were betrayed.
— Do you think I wasn't betrayed by him and my sister? I ask, shocked by her cynicism.
— Blame me, Joana de Alencar! — she comments and
to be continued. — You know very well that Leonardo is very sorry about having dated you.
Hey? Like this? That son of a b***h thinks he's the last cookie in the package.
I take a deep breath, trying to be the good daughter I wasn't. My mother has already made this very clear.
-Enough! I don't want to participate in this joke anymore! — I practically scream.
—Watch your manners, Joana. Yes, you will participate in this wedding. Yourself
She said she didn't love him anymore.
—Are you saying what I think I heard?
— My daughter, your sister has always been in love with Leonardo. It was just a matter of meeting.
— Really, I need to get out of here. I need to have a beer to see if I can
calm down.
— I believe, Joana! Isn't that a man's drink? — Dona Isabel asks me, horrified.
- And? We women also have this drink and I want one, otherwise,
I don't answer for myself. — I finish by going to
heading to the dressing room to take off that damn green dress that, to me, was
a dress the color of vomit.
I take it off quickly and put my clothes back on. I was wearing nice jeans
tight, with a robe that my mother said made me look like a pregnant woman.
Look at my worried face. He was
I didn't care what she thought of me. It was time for me to torture myself for
things my mother said.
—Where do you think you're going? — she questions.
- What do you think? I have more to do than sit here and listen to nonsense from
Madam as always — I reply.
— Joana, look at your manners, you have to behave. I am your mother and I deserve respect. — Dona Isabel and her dramas.
— Mom, I never wanted to participate in this joke. At the very least, I should have been drunk to have accepted this madness — I confess with anger at myself, wanting to remember how I accepted it.
I leave her side and go get my things. I had more to do than
listening to s**t from a crazy mother.
—Come back here, Joana! — she shouts, attracting the eyes of the store's salespeople.
— Mom, I'm already running late, for God's sake — I ask.
— OK, OK! But you'll have to tell your sister that you're going to lose weight
get into the bridesmaid dress.
I look at her in disbelief, trying to understand the s**t that just came out of her mouth.
— Mom, I'm not going to lose weight because of you! — I almost scream.
— You have to lose weight for your sister's wedding — she argues.
—For the last time, I'm not going to the f*****g wedding. I wish you both all the best and
have a great day. — I left without looking back.
Thank God I didn't live with them anymore. This was not for lack of encouragement. Ever
they wanted to exploit me. I could be in need, God forbid, but never go back to my parents' house again.
I turn the corner and I don't know what really happened, I just know that I was pushed and
I end up on top of the car, and, with the impact of the crash, I fall to the ground.
The last thing I remember before closing my eyes was seeing a man
beautiful, it made my heart race. When you look at me with admiration and at the same time
Scared time, I surrender to the darkness without knowing who that beautiful man was
who helped me.
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