Micaela was startled, she couldn’t have heard what he had just said to Alba, could she?
Halfway through, reacting that Antonio must have told her the ins and outs of his relationship with Katarina, she looked at Carlos and asked.
-Carlos, if you were Antonio, what would you do?
Carlos paused to start the car, as Antonio had asked him to do on the way back from the Dahua Temple.
He looked at the girl and asked rhetorically.
-What would Micaela do if, for example, we were in a situation like this?
Micaela paused, thought for a moment and refused to answer.
-Well, I was wrong, this doesn’t make any sense at all?
Carlos leaned over and took her hand between his, bringing it to his lips as he looked at her with deep eyes.
-If it were us, the person I love, the one who should be by my side, I would try to make you as good as me, crossing all barriers to be with me too.
Micaela couldn’t help but bring herself and Carlos into the situation with Antonio and Katarina, and this time, her brow furrowed as she became more aware of Katarina’s struggle.
-But, Carlos, there are some mental barriers that probably cannot be crossed.
Carlos reached down, unbuckled her belt and hugged her.
For a long time now, Carlos has also felt a slight uneasiness, an uneasiness that has appeared more than once, for example, when he and the girl had just established their relationship, when they went paragliding, when they went shopping together and ran into the blind fortune teller, or when Yize took Alba abroad for the first time for medical treatment and gave them a farewell….
Before he didn’t know why he felt so restless, now he has some clue….
Carlos’ heart was racing, and so, with the wedding on the horizon, he would be by her side, whatever the outcome of the trip to Salamonsa, whether Victor and his father opposed it or not.
Halfway through, Carlos replied.
-Well, it varies from person to person. Some people can go out of their way for the person they love, and others, who love more sensibly, although they can’t live without each other, are willing to let go of their own pain thanks to their rational side.
Micaela’s heart is a little hard, thinking of Olivia, who is in the latter category, and Katarina, who is probably also….
Her arms were around Carlos’ back, and it seemed strange to Carlos.
-Carlos, what’s wrong with you?
Carlos squeezed her arm, half releasing her, and his deep eyes looked at her seriously.
-Girl, if we were to encounter a problem like this, I wouldn’t give you a choice, you, there is only one way to be by my side, your happiness, only I can give it to you.
Micaela’s eyes were tinged with laughter; fortunately, that was only if, and she didn’t have the opportunity to make that decision.
-Carlos, you are so dominant, aren’t you? Good thing you’re the one I love, otherwise I’d be a prisoner….
Seeing the soft, slight smile in her eyes, Carlos’ mood lightened a bit and his thin lips moved to kiss hers, his voice darkening a bit.
-Did I just find out I’m bossy? The first time I saw you I wanted you to give yourself to me, did you forget? Hmm? Even before, even before I met you, I thought about having you around?
Micaela blushed slightly, knowing that she was talking about the first night they met….
Carlos looked at her blushing face and his thin lips came closer, the atmosphere became instantly charming and his voice more and more seductive.
-And, are you sure you have the means not to love me?
Micaela’s heart was pounding and she put her hand to her neck to revel in his scent.
-There’s no way Carlos, I love you and only you….
Carlos kissed her strongly on the lips with satisfaction….
The kiss was also overwhelming, making Micaela could not resist to endure it, thinking dazedly that the film in the car was positioned in such a way that from the outside it could not be seen at …..
A phone call interrupts Carlos’ enthusiasm and he slowly releases the girl, watching her slowly open her eyes, his eyes popping open with the girl’s coquetry, making him itch for another kiss, when Micaela hurriedly turns her head away.
-Carlos, pick up the phone…..
Carlos gave her another kiss on the cheek before reaching over to buckle her seatbelt, sit back down and pull out his phone.
It’s Tomas.
She waited for him to give her an answer himself.
With a slight frown, he picks up the phone.
-I’ll be in the office in a minute.
Tomas was silent for a moment and answered with a yes.
Carlos hung up the phone to look at the girl.
-How about if I take you home to rest?
Micaela nodded, she felt like going back and resting, she had been very busy lately and the Katarina affair had left her heart hanging….
She returned the girl to Barrio Fanslan, dropped her off personally at the gate and watched her enter the house before Carlos turned around and headed back to the office.
Micaela washed herself and lay down on the bed, feeling relaxed and vaguely remembering the child in Katarina’s womb, a child, a life, that she would not allow herself or Alba to tell Carlos and Ernesto for fear that they would tell Antonio….
And what she did not want to tell Antonio, in fact, was that it had already been decided that the child was staying or going.
This suspicion was soon confirmed.
With the final just around the corner, Eric gave Micaela only two days off to rest and immediately called her back to Brillantella to begin preparations for the competition.
After two hours of form classes and a twenty minute break, the practice room floor was covered with thick mats and everyone sat on the floor as Alba handed her the prepared material and water.
Micaela took a sip of water and began to consult the information.
Each round of the contest had a corresponding cultural quiz. One of the themes of the contest was communication, between countries, so the test was extremely broad, and the models had to practice not only what they did on stage, but also constantly learn what they did off stage, desperately trying to enrich their brains.
Alba was also with Micaela, seeking out all kinds of information for her and helping her consult it.
-It’s a great luck that we have Micaela’s academic physique, as those who don’t usually accumulate enough culture, it would be difficult to make it to the finals.
Eric also took a sip of water and sighed.
Half of the Brillantella competitors who made it through the preliminaries were eliminated this time, and half of them died in the cultural test.
Alba nodded approvingly.
-Yeah, this edition is very, very brain-burning, and this is just the end, when we get to the finals later on, I don’t know how it’s going to burn.
Eric laughed.
-In fact, the previous ones have also focused on the ‘human exchange’, only then it wasn’t the focus.
Alba half listened and looked at Micaela, who was reading intently, she was sitting very pretty, in a pink practice dress, her hair pulled back, showing her delicate collarbone, her feminine posture was undeniable, Alba immediately grabbed her purse and wanted to take a picture of Micaela, just as she saw Micaela’s cell phone, which was placed next to it, rang and showed Katarina.
Alba hurriedly handed it to her.
-Micaela, phone, it’s Katarina.
Micaela takes the phone, gets up and goes to the balcony.
Alba hurried to follow her, closing the glass door behind her.
-Hello, Katarina….
-Micaela, I’m on my way to the hospital now and I’m going to get rid of this baby.