Ivanna, of course, had asked Adriana, but Adriana reassured her that , in her debut, if she took first place, the others would be suspicious. Besides, it had provided her with many opportunities for publicity, so naturally she believed in her....
-It won't do any good for you to be angry now, but to worry about how to deal with Micaela. I have to recover from my operation and she's willing to join Brillantella, so how are you going to cope with being a new model with you?
Amelia spoke very slowly, because the knife was vaguely painful. In fact, she felt very sad inside.
She just wanted to wear the dress designed by James to make an impression and use it to get someone's attention?
She really didn't expect her to be sick at the critical moment.
"Am I that unlucky?"
"I don't think so!"
-So what? How does it compare to me? Even if she gets into Brillantella, I'll push her out! -Ivanna laughed and said.
- "I think you can. Since we have a common enemy, if you need my help in the future, you can tell me, even if it's an apology for you," Amelia continued.
Only then Ivanna calmed down and left.
And then Amelia rang the doorbell to call the caretaker to help her lie down. Ivanna's words reminded her of something. She had looked familiar to Micaela, and why she wore her dress so well made?
***
It was completely black all over.
Carlos woke up with a severe headache and a dry mouth. He turned on the light in the room.
And suddenly he saw a woman. Who was she?
-Carlos, wake up, are you sick?
And then he saw clearly that it was Micaela....
He immediately reached out his hand and hugged her.
Micaela screamed and he took a deep breath.
"I dreamed about the nasty woman."
As if to chase away that bad dream, he pinned her neck harder, making Micaela struggle to avoid him, and let out a giggle:
-Hahaha... that's enough.....
Hearing her bright laughter, Carlos then felt in a better mood.
Carlos got up, and Micaela hurried to stand up.
-Go wash up. It's time for breakfast and you have to work on Monday!
She was about to leave, but was dragged away by Carlos:
-Dress me.
As he was naked, Micaela was anxious to get out.
Yesterday he had given her the pajamas, but she didn't wear them. As he said, he was not in the habit of wearing pajamas to bed....
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