The next day, Carlos drove Micaela to Brillantella.
As they park the car, Carlos leans over to unbuckle Micaela’s seatbelt and asks uneasily.
-Girl, what’s the situation?
Micaela looks at Carlos and nods.
-No problem, don’t worry.
Carlos rubbed his head.
-Micaela, you’re like an angel, always thinking of your friends.
Micaela blushed a little.
-Where’s that exaggeration?
Carlos looked at her with deep eyes and said nothing, he liked her kindness, but in his inner self he wished she was selfish, the more people you care about, the more weaknesses you have and the easier it is to be controlled by those in….
Carlos approached her and kissed her red lips.
-Go ahead, call me if you need anything.
Micaela nodded her head and, in a rare moment of mischief, followed his example, reaching out and cupping his firm chin, her tone light and quick.
-Carlos you shouldn’t put me down, I’ve been through life and death and all sorts of competitions and catwalks along the way, I have no problem mastering my emotions.
She was worried about Olivia, but she was sure Olivia would come out of her walk.
Carlos held her hand contentedly, his eyes sparkling with the assurance that he was being overprotective?
As it turned out, he was, and Micaela was in good shape and didn’t suffer much.
People grow up all the time. I remember the time when Olivia first left and Micaela blamed herself so much for being distracted on the show, but now Alba is relieved to see a natural Micaela in the limelight.
Eric was at Olivia’s wedding yesterday and after the stars left, there was all kinds of speculation and today he couldn’t wait to ask on Micaela and Alba what was going on. After hearing what Alba had to say, Eric was surprised, hurt for Olivia and very angry at the same time.
-That Yolanda is out of her mind, isn’t she? Can’t she see that our Candy is perfectly capable of becoming the next makeup master? By then she won’t be worth less than her son! She’s just a blind stop, stupid!
Alba looked at Micaela in the foreground and casually responded with a couple of words.
Olivia’s prospects were really clear, and Leonardo’s mother couldn’t see her yet….
Alba thought to herself…
She herself seemed to be, well, nothing particularly outstanding….
Alba shook her head twice, what was wrong with her, why had she become increasingly pessimistic over the last couple of days?
She wasn’t like her anymore!
She’s not afraid of the pressure from the Mancebo family, it’s all….
Alba’s heart aches again….
She hadn’t recovered her memory, but last night she saw the diary she had written before, the habit she had forced herself to develop earlier, for fear of forgetting Ernesto.
Between the lines, it was clear that she had loved Ernesto when she hadn’t forgotten him, and even now that she had forgotten him, she still had feelings for Ernesto, so a slap on the wrist and all that, she wouldn’t allow herself to think that!
At lunchtime, as they rested in the lounge, they received a notice together from the design dinner that they had passed the retake and could prepare their papers for the final.
After having a good time, they looked at the finals theme and gawked at each other.
Alba pulled her hair and muttered.
-Youth? Fuck, why do I feel like I’m not going to the final, just two words like that, my mind is blank…?
There was no prompt, the theme was just two words, the design could be any accessory, there were no requirements for materials or anything.
Alba couldn’t help rubbing her head again….
Micaela suddenly thought of something and said to Alba next to her.
-Alba, let’s finish early this afternoon and come back to Villa Clara with me.
Alba looked up, Villa Clara?
That’s the house that Micaela had occupied by someone else?
-What’s the point of going there, isn’t it always empty?
Micaela nodded.
-The final theme, I had a design that fit that theme in my senior year, it was done in great detail and I wanted to get it out.
Alba’s eyes lit up.
-Is that the flash drive with many of your designs on it? You can share it with me, it might inspire me!
Micaela looked at her with a smile.
-Of course.
Micaela was in better shape this afternoon than in the morning, finishing two hours earlier than expected.
Eric approached with the papers in his arms, eyebrows raised and smiling.
-Dear, next week we fly to Fracimon Nation, the first show since Moses’ rehab, and you’re invited to come, and Mr. Aguayo actually accepted!
Micaela nodded, she knew that Carlos had mentioned to her that Moises had saved her life and that he and Carlos had a mutual agreement that he would not try to catch Micaela and Carlos didn’t care anymore and accepted the show.
He texted Carlos, telling him not to pick her up for the night and that he had asked Raul to drop them off at Villa Clara to pick up the computer from earlier, and Carlos replied within seconds.
-Take care of yourself and go home soon.
A small laugh escaped Micaela, how could it be unsafe to just pick something up?
After answering, she set off with Alba.
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived in front of the villa.
Every time she saw the villa, Micaela’s heart skipped a hundred beats.
The vacations were coming up next month and she wanted to take Carlos to visit his parents’ grave….
-Micaela, it’s a pity that this villa is empty, why don’t you rent it, you can be a landlady?
Micaela unlocked it and Alba joked as she opened it.
Raul followed her, smiling.
-Miss Alba, if our Mr. Aguayo were here, what do you think he would say?
Alba sniffed and thought hard for a moment, then loosened her face, coughed lightly twice and said.
-Micaela doesn’t lack money or a house, it’s empty.
Micaela cried and laughed.
-Raul, Alba, stop it.
The two of them went upstairs together, Raul stayed downstairs.
His previous room had been occupied by Adriana, who had moved to the third floor on her return from the orphanage, and the computer was in her room, which Marta knew had nothing of value, so the room was as it had been, plain and without extra furniture, unpopular for so long that it smelled faintly of dust.
On the floor in front of the window, a long knotted “rope” made of sheets and pillowcases caught Alba’s eye.
She picked it up with some curiosity.
-Fuck, Micaela, what’s Marta up to? Taking the sheets off your bed and not letting you sleep on them? But what’s the point of doing it like that?
Micaela looked at the pile of cloths and thought about the moment she met Carlos, with a slight smile on her lips, she still, to this day, vividly remembered the rainy night that changed her destiny.
After Sergio had let her out, she had picked up a rock and smashed a passing car to avoid the two hooligans who planned to do something to her.
The two hooligans didn’t believe her and she was in a hurry when Carlos got out of the car with an umbrella, like a god come down from heaven, and said in a cold voice.
-My wife has this hobby, do you have a problem with it?
He didn’t have to exert a single ounce of energy, but he used his aura to chase the punk away, and she stayed with Carlos…