Lorena whistled, her eyes doing a quick one-eighty. "You know when you told me life has been good? I wasn't expecting a mansion." They had arrived at Marcielo's house, and from what she could see, he was doing more than okay. One year she had changed a lot. A whole lot.

"I guess I got lucky." He laughed, picking up her bag. Banging the car door shut, he ushered her into the house.

"Luck?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Common Marci, you can't be modest about something like this. Your hard work has finally paid off, and there's nothing wrong with boasting a little."

He chuckled, recalling he was...