Meet Esteban, a carefree, 21 year old bachelor by day and bullfighter by night.
Since the night of his father's death, Esteban has made it his personal mission to kill every single bull in Espana, no matter what stood in his way.
But what happens...
Gloria zips up the last of my dark violet dress and turns me towards the mirror.
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"Ah Anais! Muy Bonita!" She gushes, fluffing up the back of my curls.
"Gracias. Gloria" I swallow nervously as I remembered the plans for the night.
Mariela comes behind me and throws a shiny blue necklace around my neck. "Sponsorship from the Garcia Family jewelers. Our first sponsorship." I nodded, understanding that I would have to be photographed with the jewel for the tabloids.
"You two call me as soon as you get home. Be safe! Both of you" she hugs us both before scooting our the door. It was half past 8 and the party started at 6pm.
The President had sent a car for me so we didn't have to worry about speeding or finding directions. "No long eye contact. No long gazes." I recite my list of rules that Mariela and Gloria had come up with.
"And If he touches you?" Mariela quizzes me.
"Twist him arm. Kick his" I whistle and point to my crotch.
"Good girl." Mariela laughs. An hour passes before we pull up to the gates of the estate. It was a packed party and cars from every dignitary and politician lined the driveway.
The chauffeur opens the door for us and we finally enter in. Two severs stand at the entrance of the door, offering attendees a glass of champagne. Mariela and I take one and sip before observing the room. I see the President in the distance, conversing with a few people before his eyes snap on me.
I pretended to look away and busy myself with my nails.
"He saw me" I whisper to Mariela discreetly.
"Good. Remember what to ask for." She reminded me. I nodded and we separated, playing on the atmosphere of the crowds. Our plan was to separate so the President could lower his defenses and approach me. Mariela would follow close behind.
"Anais, the dancing Torerra. What a pleasure" I turn around and am surprised to see a man unfamiliar to me. The first thing I noticed was his neck tattoos peeking from his tailored black suit. It was uncommon for a man to get markings that couldn't be covered but I guess he was a man that walked to the beat of his own drum.
I couldn't help but notice how tall he towered over me. Esteban was tall, don't get me wrong, but this man's height was invasive.
"You're Anais right?" I felt my cheeks grow warm as he stared me down.
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