by Mari Sillva
-For your first date, sister, you have to be perfect
Mainara stood flawlessly in a tight-fitting beige gown, full of sleeves, highlighting her curves, anything looked good on her totally different from her sister.
-God bless you, my love! - I did something to use on this special day, I keep the keys since entering high school as some years passed, Nayla took a good look at and it was perfect, my dear.
The investigator looked at the blue box with a bow on top in her mother's hands, her eyes glittering in the corner of her eyes. Maria Joaquim had always been a great mother, supported her daughter in any way, almost exploded with pride when Jesse had told her that she would give half the monthly salary to help a home with HIV-positive children. Unlike so many other mothers, she believed in her daughters even though they had no reason to do so. When Carter became a cop, she knew that she had no way of doing that, only that sometimes we should let the person fall alone to learn from their own behavior because only then will she learn what she needs to be, in fact, happy when to find the right path.
- Thank you, Mom, I love you! - She smiled sweetly at Maria Joaquim.
There was a strong bond of love between them. She could not imagine what she could have inside that box, but no matter what she had already loved, she had been the mother she loved so much that she did only and exclusively for her. Jesse filled his chest with air at that moment, feeling important.
- Sorry to disturb the beautiful moment of mother and daughter, but it's only two hours before Miche arrives. So get to work, girls! From now on begins your princess day, Jesse Carter, we are at your disposal, ma'am, -Nayla joked, literally grabbing her friend's arm and dragging her into the bathroom and tossing her under the shower.
After a well-taken shower, Mainara was responsible for arranging her sister's hair. She chose not to get the volume Jesse so fondly enjoyed, just did a texturing on the curls to get a perfect definition and get the frizz out. She dried them carefully then opened the curls one by one with the help of a wooden fork. To finish, she dropped two drops of argan oil on the palm of her hand and passed only in the region of the tips.
-So, sister, how was it? - Jesse asked curiously, sitting in the dresser chair with her back to the mirror, eager to see the result. The light sensation he felt on his back was very agreeable.
-You'll only see when you're ready, little sister, there's still Mom's gift and Nayla's make-up. - Be nice and behave yourself, do not you trust us? Mainara brought her hands to her waist, looking at her sister with an arched eyebrow, bouncing the thin heel of the carpeted on the floor, causing a sharp sound of irritating ticking. -Okay, Mai, I'll try to control my anxiety. -Carter sighed in frustration, rolling her eyes, causing Mainara to laugh.
The sister left the room and went to help her mother in the kitchen to prepare a fresh coffee, giving the stylist the turn entered the room carrying a bag of makeup larger than her. He was wearing a pair of jeans with a short-sleeved blouse with blue stripes and modern sneakers without socks. Her hair very well divided in half, with two braids, one on each side very well-made, without any loose thread, smiling happily at Jesse who gladly returned.
-May I know the reason for the joy, Nayla? - I read in a magazine that the jewels stolen from the parade were all returned, I was happy for you, my friend.
Jesse had wanted to ask her this for days, read the story and did not really understand why Blade and his team stole the objects and returned them later. It did not make sense, but she was ashamed to ask about it for some of them, it was easier to quietly ask her friend.
-The thief sent the jewelry to the Fox Company accompanied by a fine apology, saying how sorry he was for doing that. -Nayla smiled, remembering how Estevão had promised to do that, after much complaining, he finally gave in.
- How beautiful is his attitude? To err is human, but to regret is divine, a beautiful act, -exclaimed Jesse, almost sneezing from the powder brush her friend danced across her face like a slow, agile, romantic waltz.
-But the reason for my joy has a name and a surname. You know that kid back in school? So we're dating. -Said Nayla euphorically, she had never been so happy.
She placed the nude lipstick she'd just passed on the dressing table, pulling on an eyelash mask to finish the makeup.
- Stop everything! What do you mean, boyfriend, creature? One of these days I was on my sofa crying because of this man ... If he hurts you I scratch his face all over. By the way, when will I meet him? - Hopefully soon. Jesse put a hand to his face to draw a stubborn bunch that insisted on falling on his face, his hair had never been so soft and silky.
- Dona Maria, you can come with the gift, the makeup is ready!
Nayla soon changed the subject Stephen was not very sociable dating a man like him was a minefield. I never knew for sure where to step to not do or say anything and scare him. He was dying to do something that would make him disappear again.
-Did someone call for me? - Maria Joaquim entered the room smiling as usual, holding the box firmly. "I hope you like it, my child it's simple, but made with lots of love. She held out the gift for her daughter to pick up.
Jesse undid the tie with care and opened the box carefully almost crying as he took the piece gently and lifted it so he could see better, in fact, she did not like dresses very much, but her mother had matched her taste perfectly, both in the choice of the model and in the color. A simple yet elegant white dress with a V-neck and high above the knee, half-slung over her shoulders, down to the waist, where there was a belt made of shiny pearls, opening in around skirt, but without much exaggeration. It was a simple piece just like it. Jesse almost cried as her mother thought of everything she liked to create the play. It still had a necklace, also white, full of transparent pebbles imitating diamonds, a small bouquet of natural wine flowers, and a pair of sneakers in the same shade of flowers.
-How beautiful, Mother! Thank you for loving me even though you are not the daughter you deserve and for a living giving you heartbreak.
You'll still be very proud of me one day, I promise! She hugged her mother tightly with all the love she felt for her.
- I already have it, daughter! I love you just the way you are. Without measures or reserves, it will always be my little baby. Now don´t cry or you'll ruin your makeup. Put the dress on and let's see how it goes, okay? - Maria Joaquim discreetly wiped a tear that fell, was very happy that things were working for her daughter.
-So do you like it? - Jesse asked uncertainly in front of the mirror, not accustomed to that style.
-You look beautiful, sister! - Should wear dresses more often, will be the center of attention at this fair. - Mainara approved the result her mother was speechless looking at the daughter with both hands over her mouth.
-You're very hot my friend you're going to let this man crazy, - Nayla joked, slapping Jesse's butt.
The four of them shouted excitedly as the bell rang. Michelangelo had arrived accompanied by a bouquet of flowers. With his hair neatly trimmed, he wore black fabric pants and a green social shirt folded up to his elbows, pointy social shoes, and a professional camera hanging from his neck. Jesse also had her semiprofessional falling apart, but working perfectly and well, taking into consideration the year that was launched. Beneath her arm was a small bag of salmon that Nayla had to take with her to store the objects, or some souvenir she wanted to bring off the event.
-I always think you're beautiful, Jesse, but today you're more than any other, - said Michelangelo, not taking his eyes off her in a second.
She was glad that the boy had liked it, because she had also approved the look, feeling beautiful for the first time in her unhappy life.
- Thank you Miche, you look very handsome too! This shirt made the color of his eyes brighten his smile. - The boy almost melted at the grace of the girl, she was extremely kind to everyone.
-Would you mind if I took a picture of you? - The two make such a beautiful couple! I wonder how the mix of the two would look beautifu
l, I would not complain if I won a grandchild soon. - Maria Joaquim almost killed the daughter of shame, was on their first date and the mother already thought of their children. That idea even pleased Jesse after his biggest dream was to be a mother one day, and it was clear that Michelangelo would make a great father.
-This is Maria Joaquin, my mother. Those are Mainara, my sister, and Nayla, my best friend. And, this is Michelangelo, girls. - He nodded, smiling politely at them.
-Pleased, son, can I take the picture of you two? - Jesse was feeling like he was in high school, but he was enjoying seeing his mother lively like that.
-Of course, Mrs. Maria, I want a copy later. - The bartender smiled beautifully, showing the beautiful white teeth perfectly aligned.
For a moment Jesse's mother had a bad feeling, the boy was actually charming, but there was something in that smile that bothered her a little.
After landing for some photos of the camera of Maria Joaquim's cell phone, the couple followed the path to the park where the photo exhibition would be. Michelangelo was ashamed of the chaotic state his car was in, but along the way, he had explained to Jesse that he was sending all the money he earned to help the family that was still in Brazil. When he had told her this, it enchanted the young woman's heart even more.
Then, for a second, she thought that perhaps Miche really loved her and had not approached her for pity or any other sad reason.
-I'm not beautiful, Miche, I'm insecure and clumsy. Good to ruin everything, if you want is still in time to escape before it gives you any loss, -she teased, looking away at hers old camera.
The joke had a bit of truth in the middle, and she was afraid he'd leave as fast as he could. Instead, Michelangelo turned her face so she could look into his eyes he wanted her to understand what he was going to say.
-I'm not leaving, Miss Jesse Carter, only if you want, - he said, sure enough, at least enough for the young woman to feel safe in the face of such words. -It's not easy being a foreigner alone in this country let's just say the Brazilians are not very welcome here. - Miche changed his expression suddenly as if remembering some difficult moment.
She wanted to hug him and say that everything would be all right now, because she was not alone anymore, or at least cuddle him for a moment so that the bad feeling would go away soon. But she realized that depending on her attitude would only make matters worse, she was not good at words either, so she offered him the best smile so he would realize that she was not alone anymore, she had to keep him company, forever if she wished. Above all, they were great friends. For a moment the silence prevailed between the two of them, gasping for breath and staring at each other. Michelangelo's eyes diverted from hers in search of his mouth and like a magnet, the faces were approaching and Jesse Carter would finally give her first kiss that day.
- Damn it! - muttered the investigator because of the cell phone that began to play insistently.
A true "first-kiss-tie" there were several messages one after the other, there was really someone wanting to talk to her. The same thing was written in all of them, and it troubled her greatly.
Emergency, come to this address I sent you now! Do not delay and do not stop to talk to anyone, it can be dangerous.
Jesse jumped up leaving Miche scared. She put her bag on her shoulder and put the camera around hier neck again.
-There was an emergency at work, I must go.
She kissed his face and ran, tried to make a sensual scene like the Hollywood movies, but a few feet down he tripped on a branch and fell to his knees. He got up as fast as he could and gave Michelangelo a yellow smile to show that he was okay, he waved a smile and thought it was beautiful. Jesse nodded to a taxi that stopped immediately. In just over an hour he was in front of a flight path out of town.
-Are you sure this is the address, lady? - Asked the man in a hat with a mustache larger than his face, with an enormous grief to leave Jesse alone in that deserted place.
She almost gave up and went home. But she was braver than that, would not give up easily.
- Do not worry, I'll be fine. - She handed the money to him, grinning, she was terrified.
She let out a little shriek of fright as the cell phone rang vibrating inside his bag announcing the arrival of another message from the same number that read: Look at the sky.
It was late afternoon and the sun was parting with all its majesty hiding behind the mountains and leaving a beautiful orange trail as it set. Swallows flying south completed the beauty of that simply splendid scene. But what caught the girl's attention was a point in the sky that grew steadily closer as it approached it was a last-generation jet. The lane lit up like a tree on a Christmas morning, lights of all colors.
Jesse's heart was beating fast, almost coming out of his mouth, especially as the jetliner began to land a few feet off the ground and managed to see who the pilot was, who even hidden behind the charming aviator glasses and black leather jacket she recognized instantly. Yes, it was Blade Maldonado, more beautiful than ever, with his superior presence and incomparable charm. He could even have many similarities to him, but never, ever! It was unique, the original.
Incredibly, her fear was gone, she felt safe as ever, protected. He could not restrain the smile before that overwhelming image. Even though he was still very angry with him, he could not smile, not really. Blade, on the other hand, had lost all focus of what she was doing when she'd looked at Jesse through the glass window, her hair flowing as the wind wanted, as well as the round dress she'd been trying to hold in vain. He witnessed a scene similar to that of actress Marilyn Monroe in the 1954 film "A Day like This." He was not seeing her as an angel at the time, certainly not.
As soon as he landed, he took off his glasses to gauge the young woman, made sure to begin a thorough sweep of the delicate sneakers that appeared to be crystal wrapped around the tiny feet the legs thin, but shapely and beautiful part of the beautiful thighs appearing due to the unnecessarily short length of the dress. He also noticed how the piece perfectly embraced the soft curves of his body, especially the modestly curved waist, and steep, steady breasts. Blade looked up, noting she hardly wore makeup, but enough to highlight Jesse's natural beauty, which was more than the girl though. Two slightly rosy brushstrokes on his cheeks that he enlivened, gracefully as he blushed and his eyelashes looked even blacker and longer than he remembered. Her hair was not flying at that moment, but several curls fell gently around her face. Maldonado had never hated that hair so much if he could have forced her to arrest him, and never let go, and throw that damned dress away immediately! He did not want another man to feel what he was feeling at that moment looking at her, he would be able to kill the individual and throw the heart to the wolves suddenly anger took over him and something was uncontrollable. She produced herself for another, wanted to be attractive to him. And she did it.
-Hi. - Jesse cleared her throat quietly and rolled the ring on her finger.
-Stop it. - He ordered, looking puzzlingly at her, but his voice was strangely soft and gentle.
-I'm sorry, but what's so urgent that I could not wait until tomorrow? I was a bit busy when I got your message, -Jesse grunted irritably, starting to get a little cooler.
-I saw it. - He said gruffly, taking off his leather jacket and putting it too carefully for an arrogant heartless cretin like him, around her shoulder taking her completely by surprise, so much that he paid no attention to his words.
- Thanks! She thanked him, watching him with a silent but dazzled admiration. God rejoices more with a righteousness of a heathen than a thousand of his most faithful servants.
-Li analyzed the documents of the ambush that you got where they killed my parents. - He hesitated for a minute and took a deep breath before continuing to speak. -We are suspicious that the one who armed them was an old enemy of my father, Carlo Castelli, head of the American Mafia, I remember that name because of an argument between them in my house when I was little. I was behind the door and I heard my father
and mother saying that this man never accepted the fact that she had not chosen him as a husband instead of my father, had an obsessive love for her and kept chasing them. He promised to get even with both of them. We put the pieces together and came to the conclusion that he took revenge by handing them over to the police on one condition: that they would not leave alive, even after they surrendered. As soon as he got what he wanted he killed himself with a bullet in the head, leaving the current wife and a small son as their to the fortune, the latter who is now the head of the family business. We think that he is the one who wants to avenge his father's death by putting the head of the last Maldonado to the prize and apparently will not stop until he can.
- So sad! I'm sorry for your parents and especially for you. - Jesse put her hand on his face, which did not move away from the touch.
- Me too. - He closed his eyes at the pleasant sensation of the warmth of the small hand touching his skin. Carter felt his beard for a few days without scratching it a little, but she did not care.
- Sorry! - I acted without thinking I know that you do not allow me to touch you, and do no stand my presence.
She picked up her hand immediately staring at her own hurt feet, remembering the horrible way he'd treated her recently. What had I done? She would never forgive me for the way I treated her, but it was necessary to keep her protected from me ... Blade thought.
-Jesse, I- He tried to speak, but she stopped him before any rudeness began. It had hurt her too much already, making Muggle paper a limit.
-Tell me what I can do for you every time you're just looking for me when you need something. - Jesse was rough, hitting him with a straight shot.
He tasting his own poison called scorn.
-I'm going to need your badge to get to the location where Xing believes it's his hiding place I hope you've brought it. - Blade paced impatiently, eager to hear her reply.
- Take good care of it and good luck! -she reached into the small pouch and practically threw the badge over his face and threatened to leave.
