The Diary Keeper ["The Dark Legacies" Series]

Chapter 50: A night of style

Finally being back home after my unexpected detour to the mental hospital, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. My parents had been understandably worried about letting me travel to Brazil alone, especially after my recent health scare. They had consulted with doctors, seeking reassurance that I was fit for the journey.

The doctors had prescribed some medication for me to take during the trip, just as a precaution. My parents, though still slightly anxious, had come to terms with the fact that I was determined to go, and they trusted the medical advice.

All in all, I settled into my seat on the plane heading to Brazil. Excitement coursed through my veins as I looked forward to my first international adventure. Brazil, with its vibrant culture, breathtaking landscapes, and the prospect of a photography gig, had always held a special place in my heart. I couldn't wait to capture its essence through the lens of my camera.

Skipping lessons had never felt so exhilarating. As I sat in that airplane seat, I couldn't help but relish the fact that this journey to Brazil was not just a chance to explore a new country, but also a legitimate reason to be absent from school.

It was a rare sensation, one of freedom mixed with a touch of rebellion. While my classmates were stuck in their mundane routines, I was soaring above the clouds.

As the plane taxied down the runway, I couldn't resist stealing a glance out the window at the boundless sky above. This was my opportunity to explore a new corner of the world, to chase my dreams, and to find the closure I yearned for.

São Paulo in Brazil hit me like a burst of colors and high-energy music as I stepped onto its streets. Seriously, I wasn't prepared for the sheer vibrancy of this place.

The streets were like something out of a dream, filled with houses of every imaginable color. It was like the city itself was a giant art canvas, and every building was a masterpiece. Graffiti covered walls told stories of Brazil's culture and history, and I couldn't stop staring.

The atmosphere was pure electricity. Samba music echoed everywhere, making you want to dance right there on the sidewalk. People passed by with smiles plastered on their faces, radiating warmth and positivity that was contagious.

Man, I felt alive just breathing the air in São Paulo. It's like this city has a magic spell that makes you feel like you're part of something big. I knew my gig as a fashion show photographer was going to be a whirlwind of colors, culture, and awesome people. Brazil was a place where creativity and life collided, and I couldn't wait to capture every bit of it through my lens.

My little house in São Paulo was a burst of sunshine in the midst of this vibrant city. It was like a tiny slice of happiness. I will stay here for three days.

The exterior was painted a cheery shade of yellow, and it stood out beautifully against the colorful surroundings. A small garden in front of the house was filled with tropical flowers, bursting in vivid hues. It felt like a secret garden in the heart of the city.

Inside, the house was just as charming. The walls were adorned with local artwork, reflecting the rich Brazilian culture. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm and cozy glow on everything.

Being in that little yellow house made me feel so content. It was my haven after a day of exploring São Paulo's lively streets, a place where I could relax and recharge for my next photography adventure.

This upcoming trip to São Paulo marked a significant milestone in my life. It wasn't just my first photography job; it was also my very first time traveling abroad. Until now, my adventures had been limited only to the United States. The world beyond its borders was uncharted territory for me.

As I packed my camera gear and double-checked my checklist, I couldn't help but reflect on the journey ahead. This assignment was more than just work; it was an opportunity to expand my horizons, both as a photographer and as a person. The world beyond my homeland beckoned, and I was ready to embrace the adventure that lay ahead.

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The night of the fashion show in São Paulo was a whirlwind of vibrant colors, dazzling lights, and the hypnotic rhythm of music that pulsed through the air. As I stood behind the camera, capturing each fleeting moment, I marveled at the sheer beauty and creativity that surrounded me.

The models, adorned in a kaleidoscope of colorful garments, moved gracefully down the runway, their every step exuding confidence and style. Each outfit was a work of art, a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship. From bold patterns and intricate embroidery to flowing fabrics that seemed to dance with every stride, the fashion on display was a true celebration of artistry.

I just thought about how this experience would help me develop my photography portfolio. The opportunity to capture such stunning fashion moments was a dream come true for a budding photographer like me.

My thoughts occasionally drifted to Mabel, my former friend. I couldn't help but imagine how jealous she might be when she eventually found out about my burgeoning success as a photographer. Mabel had always been the competitive type.

As for my parents, I hoped that my dedication and passion for photography would eventually lead them to change their minds about my career choice. They had been skeptical at first, wanting me to follow a more stable and traditional path. I believe they will change.

As the São Paulo fashion show reached its grand finale, and I was basking in the exhilaration of capturing remarkable moments, my phone buzzed with an incoming message from that enigmatic hidden number. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine as I read the ominous words:

Enjoy escaping the unknown? The world is small, my dear. I know where to find you.