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"Finally," Jolie pulled me into her apartment. "You took so long!"

I shrugged, sighing as I sat down. "Sorry, my father wanted to talk to me, what's up, why are you half naked?"

Jolie crossed her arms. "I–"

"Hey, princesa, I'm gonna go get–" Mateo paused when he saw me. He was only in pants so I put two and two together.

"You invited me to your apartment to talk and you haven't even cleaned up." I shake my head.

Jolie sighed. "I'm sorry but I'm kind of panicking."

"Why?" Mateo and I both said.

Jolie chuckled nervously. "I'm scared, Siara has trouble with–"

"Basta, basta de esa estúpida perra!" (Stop, enough with that stupid bitch!) Mateo aggressively spoke out. "What is she to you? A friend or some kind of master? You are acting like some fucking slaves. Grow the fuck up. You can make new friends."

"Baby, it's not that simple–"

"I don't wanna fucking hear it." Mateo threw his shirt on. "I'm gonna go get some food."

I sighed. "Mateo–" he didn't listen to me, instead slamming the door, making Jolie jump.

"You're lucky," Jolie frowned. "You've never felt like the bottom of the barrel. Never felt like Siara was going to drop you." She wiped a tear, sniffling.

I bit my lip. "Can we...have confessions again?" I whispered.

Jolie nodded. "Of course, I mean, I'm confessing."

"Ok, don't freak out when I tell you this." I exhaled, watching Jolie nod. "I slept with Giancarlo six years ago."

Jolie's eyes widened. "What...?"

"I slept with him during the party, he was in his room and I came in thinking he wasn't and then...I panicked. I rambled on and we talked and then he jumped me and I let him. He didn't know I was Siara's friend until the next day and he told me to stay away from him."

Jolie covered her mouth for a second...then she grabbed my hands. "Don't open your mouth to tell anyone else. This stays between us."

I nodded. "I already told my siblings though."

Jolie shook her head, waving me off. "It's expected, but it can't go anywhere else, Siara will kill you–not literally, I hope, but it won't be good."

"I know, that's why I've been so...I don't know. It's embarrassing."

Jolie looked at me in awe. "You and Giancarlo though...two bad–"

"No," I shoved her as she giggled. "Don't put that in my head. It's hard enough as it is to ignore him."

Jolie shrugged. "Just saying."

I shook my head, sighing. "Don't worry too much about Siara because if anyone is gonna boot out, it's me. The animosity between you two will die down. It's stupid, she's just slow to change."

Jolie nodded slowly. "Ok..." she bit her lip. "But don't tell her, please. I want us to stay together too."

I nodded, frowning. "In a way, you could say we are also slow to change."

"What she did was bad, but we should just talk about it. We can't just drop her, we've been friends for too long."

"Yeah," I mindlessly agreed. I knew we were being ignorant and dumb but we're rich, young, and spoiled, while Jolie and I are not as spoiled as Siara, we are. We can't be hypocrites because we're all in the same boat in some way.

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After Jolie and I talked about what we should do about Siara, Mateo came back with food and Jolie got him to understand us a little bit, then Valerie texted the group chat with an address telling us to come to the venue for more information about the wedding.

Which was needed because we didn't even know who was paired up with who, or even who Mateo Carbello was bringing. I don't want to be paired up with one of his dirty friends.

I rode with Jolie and Mateo to the venue. The venue was by a tranquil beach, it was a breathtaking display of beauty. An abundance of flowers decorated not only the tables but also draped gracefully from the ceilings, creating a beautiful fantasy that enveloped the surroundings. I looked around, drawn by the allure of the picturesque setting.

Valerie had outdone herself because this was gorgeous.

The view was so peaceful, the pristine blue waters merging seamlessly with the horizon. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant cries of seagulls painted a canvas of serenity, harmonizing with the soft caress of the wind. I couldn't help but marvel at the scene, each detail enhancing the ethereal ambiance of the moment.

This was what I needed in all of the stress. It almost made me cry. I was so overly sensitive, I think my period was on the way.

While everyone was gathering inside the diner, I was outside, just waiting for a while. The wind felt good on my face.

A tinge of envy crept in as I envisioned how incredible it would be to have such a setting for my own wedding. Maybe, Mateo Carbello is treating Valerie right.

I sighed, allowing myself to be captivated by the peaceful allure of the beach.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

I jumped, startled as I turned around. "I–what are you doing here?"

Giancarlo raised a brow. "Is Valerie not my sister?"

I cleared my throat, straightening myself. "You know what I meant," I glared at him. "You told me to fuck off, yet you're always sneaking up on me."

"I'm trying to be cordial, like you wanted." Giancarlo said, walking toward me.

I scoffed, stepping back a little. "What's with the switch up, Giancarlo?" I raised a suspicious brow.

"Your friendship with Siara is important, no?" He asked.

My eyes widened. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Giancarlo chuckled, making my face hot. My period is definitely coming. "No, I'm playing the part so Siara won't find out."

"Oh..." I looked at him. "That's surprising."

Giancarlo scoffed at my snarky attitude. "Cut the act, Azura. I've seen you naked and heard you beg my fucking dick. You can act all you want but you're nothing but an obedient sex toy–or at least that's how you like to be treated–" I slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, someone will hear–"

Giancarlo grabbed my arm and pulled my hand away. "About how kinky you are?" Giancarlo chuckled. "Your cheeks are red, Azura, are you blushing."

I gasped, cupping my cheeks. "K–kill yourself," I said, biting my lip. "Stop fucking teasing me."

Giancarlo smiled at me for the first time. "I apologize," he kissed my hand. "You can't blame me for wanting to see you blush."

I pulled my hand away and huffed. "I'm going to the diner," I mumbled, walking away.

"Then that, tesoro, is the wrong way." He chuckled behind me. 

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