Bruno

- You're forgiven! — I stutter, looking at Fernanda, admiring and praying I don't grab her and fuck her against the nearest wall.

- I am? Or should I say you won't be forgiven? She scolds me and I shrug I wasn't the least bit sorry for what I'd done.

— You look beautiful… — Desconverso wasn't in the mood to talk about who should or shouldn't pay for her things.

'It doesn't even begin, Bruno, how can you be such an irritating son of a bitch?' She grumbles and says:

“Love, I knew very well that you wouldn't use the card I gave you. — I remember her....