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Hey! I'm sorry for the super extra late update. The book is finished, I'm just working on the translations. ;)
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On Wednesday I decided not to put off any longer what had been torturing me since that conversation with Susan, I took a deep breath and dialed Jordan's number, a part of me didn't want him to answer the phone.
"Emma?" Jordan's voice was hoarse on the other end of the line
"Hi Jordan, I'm calling you because Susan paid me a visit a few days ago and she's very worried about you" I heard him snort "She told me that you went to therapy before for something similar and I think it would be a good idea for you to go back" I was hoping he would say something, but he kept silent. "Jordan we only want the best for you, is it true that you are not going to work?"
"I took a vacation" his voice sounded calm
"Ok, that's good, promise me you'll think about therapy"
"I don't need therapy Emma, but anyway thanks for calling, I thought after the last time you were done with me... I was about to call you to apologize"
"This is not about apologizing Jordan, it's about taking steps to fix the situation, just promise me that you will think about therapy" I said running my hands over my eyebrows
"Ok, I'll do what you say"
"I'm so glad Jordan. Thank you" I heard him say goodbye and hung up. That wasn't too bad, I was surprised at how easy it was to convince Jordan, I gave Susan a quick call to tell her what had happened and although she sounded relieved she also sounded extremely surprised. I asked her to keep me updated and that I hoped everything would go well, even if it sounds bad, I hoped not to have to talk to Jordan again for a long time, I knew that Alex and Ana weren't happy about that.
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The following weeks passed quietly, I felt like I had lifted a weight from my shoulders and having no news from Susan I assumed that Jordan had returned to therapy and was better. Ana was getting ready to take her work slower this month, she had finally decided on her wedding dress, which took some video calls with the bridesmaids to give their inputs, we went with Danna more than once to try on and view the 3 dresses she had as finalists, all 3 of them were beautiful, I couldn't decide on any, Ana simply had to go for the one her heart tells her. Andrew, for his part, also had to choose the suit he was going to wear, in his mind it was clear what he wanted and he only need a trip to the store with Ana and Alex to decide on one. Alex laughed that my job as the maid of honor was much more complex than hers, but she was also tasked with hiring a good photographer and Ana had made her solemnly promise that whoever she chose for the job was going to take the best photos and videos, because if they weren't, they will have to get married again and it was going to be Alex who would bear all the expenses, which made my poor girlfriend sweat and stressed. She made sure of doing many interviews and reviewing many portfolios before choosing the right one, between the interviews she was about to send everything to hell and take care of the photos herself, she even made that suggestion to the couple, but she received a resounding no, they wanted her as a guest and not working, I also agreed, I didn't want to share my girlfriend with her cameras and lenses.
Alex and I were still in paradise, I would visit her a few days a week at the studio and we would have dinner there, on weekends we always alternated between my apartment or hers, although we had not said it, I knew that Alex preferred to stay in her apartment because she had food, in mine we always had to order in, and Alex knew that I liked mine more because it had a bathtub and I loved taking baths with Alex, it had something to do with sitting between her long, toned legs as she gently massaged my back or perhaps the fact of how good her hands felt when the massages went from tender to bold and on other parts of my body. Although Alex's apartment also had that balcony with the spectacular view of the city, many times after reading, when Alex was already asleep, I liked to go out to the balcony with a cup of tea or a glass of wine. I didn't care where we were, as long as I was with Alex for as long as possible, I no longer longed for those moments of loneliness, I didn't care that Alex saw me as I was. She had even heard me sing at the top of my lungs cleaning my apartment with my ridiculous playlist, one day she went out to buy some things to prepare lunch and took my keys, I hadn't heard her return and when the chorus of I want you back of the Jackson 5 hit, instead of laughing or asking me to turn down the volume like Jordan used to do, she put down her grocery bags and started dancing next to me as we sang and jumped, chanting the lyrics of the s

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Ficção GeralThe story of Emma, who believed that her life was said and written, without ups and downs, without new adventures like those that leave you breathless. With a good job, friends, a dreamy boyfriend when suddenly a hurricane arrives to move everything...