Half a month passed and Katarina did not see Antonio again, her mother was so well appeased with him that she did not really suspect anything and surrounded her every day with joy and a certain slight restlessness…..
The finale of the World Modeling Contest has also reached its climax, and Katarina’s greatest joy every day is checking Micaela’s Twitter to see Alba’s status updates.
Micaela is so beautiful that she has transformed into an increasingly glamorous person. On stage, she looks like she is glowing, and the other models are no less beautiful, but when they are next to her, they are dwarfed.
Alba once took a photo of Carlos and Micaela together. He was looking at Micaela with his deep eyes full of love and affection.
-This is not a race, it’s just a token of affection!
-Even if they crush their opponents, they have to crush us, the fans!
-I watched the match for Micaela, Alba posts more pictures of Micaela and Mr. Aguayo!
The storm of reactions almost brought down the server and Alba was no longer afraid to show their picture together….
Katarina flipped to this tweet again, she still can’t stop laughing, so jealous, they can be together without any worries….
Marisa hands her daughter the peeled fruit and looks at the couple on the iPad in her hand, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
-When you love someone, the eyes are the least deceiving, Katarina, Antonio looks at you exactly like Mrs. Aguayo looks at Micaela…..
Katarina’s heart skipped a beat as she put down the iPad and picked up the fruit her mother was handing her, grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV, changing the subject.
-Mom, tonight is the last game of the final, it’s live to the end!
The live broadcast hadn’t even started and she was already eating fruit as she picked up her cell phone and texted Alba.
-Alba, what is Micaela’s status?
Alba replied in a matter of seconds.
-Invincible good, Micaela’s opponents are shaking in their boots one by one.
Then there was a row of smug, long-suffering smiles, as if she was the one going to the match.
Katarina smiles and replies.
-Ask for a pop-up photo.
Marisa looks around, her knitting kit still in the room, and gets up to grab it.
Katarina clicks on the photo sent by Alba, Micaela’s long hair was slicked back, her makeup was exquisite, she was wearing a golden dress, the dress was so fitted as if it had been custom made, and it outlined her lovely curves to the fullest, she was so beautiful, so confident and queenly that Katarina couldn’t help but be impressed by it.
Manuel.
He was Antonio’s assistant, what was he doing calling himself that?
The smile on Katarina’s face faded and she struggled a bit, but after a long while, she stood up.
-Madam, has the president returned?
The voice was full of panic.
Katarina’s heart skipped a beat.
-No, what is it?
Manuel was suddenly perplexed.
-No, it’s all right…
Katarina’s voice was unconsciously joined by a touch of urgency.
-Manuel! What the hell is going on?
The interlocutor hesitated for a moment and spoke:
-I just saw on the news that the Double Rainbow Bridge has collapsed and that the accident was serious. family.
Double Rainbow Bridge…
That’s the way back to the office…