Micaela came down from the stage and immediately began recording a post-match interview that was used to plug into the match segment.
Win the prelims, next is the finals, and by making it to the finals, it means being able to participate in the next tour, going to many countries, exposure, popularity, going international, etcetera, etcetera, which brings with it a series of rewards that cannot be measured in money, which all models desire.
After the shoot, it was almost dark when we left the studio.
Eric went to consult about the final and the tour, and after greeting Valery, Gabriela and the new models who had won the preliminaries, Micaela and Alba got into the car that was waiting for them.
Carlos waited for his girl in the back seat and saw her sitting next to him, with her hair combed in such a way that he couldn’t find where to start even if he wanted to rub it, so he took her hand and their thin lips parted slightly….
-Dear bride, you must be exhausted, right? Here, a boyfriend hug to give you some blood back! I took the time to buy the ingredients, and my boyfriend will cook you something delicious tonight!
Ernesto shouted first to his girlfriend and Carlos watched in disgust as Ernesto unceremoniously carried Alba away in his arms.
-You bastard, you give me more or less!
Alba cursed but didn’t push him away and the corners of her mouth twisted.
After so many days eating out, I was getting a little tired of the five-star chef’s cooking, and I really missed it when he said he did the cooking.
Carlos looked away from the smiling girl and his deep voice rang out.
-Tired?
Micaela shook her head and just held his hand tightly.
Once back at the hotel and at the entrance of the room, Alba greeted.
-Come to dinner at our place later, haha!
Ernesto went straight to the kitchen and decided to make a splash!
Micaela nodded and Alba immediately came in to give Ernesto a hand.
Seeing his joy, Micaela was also happy, she enjoyed and had a great time during these days….
Carlos opened the door, pulled her inside and, as soon as he closed the door, he had to take her in his arms and kiss her….
-Just a moment!
Micaela’s small hands rested on his chest to keep him away, a blush rose to her face, her eyes wandered, not daring to look at him.
-I’m going to go take a shower before I snuggle, okay?
Although she had removed her make-up, she had spent the day among the pile of models and they were all wearing perfume, she had some on her and feared Carlos would smell uncomfortable?
It was a statement Carlos couldn’t refuse, his heart was melting, his eyes were like ink, and it took him a long time to let her go.
Micaela hurried to change clothes in the bathroom, washed and dried her hair inside before leaving and found Carlos answering the phone at the window, a tall figure, one hand in his pants pocket and another holding his cell phone, standing, unconcerned, all erect and charming….
Apparently he heard her leave, looked up and said on the other end of the phone.
-We’ll talk about it when we come back tomorrow.
And he hung up the phone.
By the time he turned around, Micaela had already jumped into his arms and Carlos caught her unconsciously, the fragrance of her nose intoxicating him, tightening his arms around her and bringing his thin lips close to her ear.
-Very happy?
-Well, Carlos, I’m happy! Incredibly happy! That feeling of seriously going to a competition and then being recognized, that overflowing feeling of accomplishment, feeling your heart swell with joy?
He wanted to jump into his arms as soon as the race was over and he knew the result, to share the joy with him, but he never had the chance, and now, at last, he can….
And she had an idea, a bold but exciting idea, that had sprouted in her head when she was released from the hospital after that stabbing, and it was growing wild and uncontrollable, and she was full of ambition for the rest of the tour, for the contest, for that idea.
She, for sure, will make it to the Grand Final!
Carlos finally gets to rub her head, soft hair that feels great to the touch….
-It makes me happy to see Micaela happy…
Thinking about what she had just said to the person on the other end of the phone, Micaela looked up from her arms and into his deep eyes, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
-Is it that Tomas is too busy with company stuff? It’s okay that you don’t have to be with me all the time, just make sure you come when I’m at the finals….”.
Carlos’ thin lips curved into a perfect arc as he tightened his arms tighter and tighter.
-It’s okay, girl, don’t worry. I’ll guide you through the game.
Micaela was moved, her heart tended to beat faster when she looked into his eyes, and she looked away helplessly, burying her face in his arms and hugging her arms even tighter around his strong, slender waist.
Carlos, however, does not let go and grabs her chin.
-Do the girls want to celebrate after such a good result today? Where do you want to go in the evening, to see the night view, ride the cable car or go to Ocean Park? I hear this is the biggest underwater world here?
Alba is sure to have fun if she goes to play.
-It’s all right, Alba likes to go and play….
Carlos immediately continued with the question.
-Don’t you like it?
He only cares about the girl’s feelings.
Micaela shook her head, her heart beating a little faster, and threw her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe, her sweet breath close….
-I just want to be with you…
Carlos’s eyes deepened and he looked at her unblinkingly, his voice muffled.
-Hmm? And then what?
-And then kiss you…
She said, her sweet red lips brushing his thin lips, pecking carefully one by one….
Even after numerous kisses, Carlos’ scent still makes her heart beat faster….
Carlos’ mouth curves upward, the little thing teasing him better and better….
A hand clinging to the back of her neck, a sloppy kiss would not satisfy him….
Just before she touched him, Micaela’s cell phone rang.
A surge of regret rose in both of them, and fearing it was Eric who had called, Carlos let her go.
Micaela turned back to the couch and picked up her cell phone, finding it dialed by Katarina, and picked it up curiously.
-Hello, Katarina….
-Micaela, congratulations, first place in the preliminaries.
Strange tone…
Micaela frowned and asked.
-Katarina, what’s wrong with you?
Katarina, on the other side of the phone, was hiding behind the sofa, her whole body in a ball, a few sheets of paper on the floor, her little face covered with tears of pain, her chest heaving violently, one hand over her mouth, the other holding the phone, and only after a long while she let go of it and said in the softest of tones.
-Nothing, a little cold, when are you coming back?
Micaela kept hearing Katarina’s abnormality and, not believing it to be a cold, asked again anxiously.
-I’ll be back tomorrow, Katarina, what’s wrong? Is uncle more serious again?
At Micaela’s words of concern, Katarina’s tears welled up even stronger as she looked at the paper on the floor, and at the end of it, where it was clearly just a small line of words, she felt that it was as big as a bull, and that every single word was stabbing into her heart.
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