**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
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III
The nightclub entrance was crowded. Two lines hide the front gate due to the great number of people waiting to get in.
The Year is in the south area of the city, and it is one of the most popular in the Rio country. Sam helps me to get off the taxi, and with his arm over my shoulders, leads me to another entrance, on the side of the building. There is a short line there too, but it is not busy. By the first time I look around, I just feel uncomfortable. Each woman I see is ridiculously beautiful. Is there any place for someone with split ends around here?
Probably not.
A blond woman with her hair almost up to her waist throw a seductive glance at Sam, seeming not to care that I was there beside him. When she finally notices me, she starts looking me up and down. I cringe before her, and I put my arms around trying to protect myself, in vain, as if she is a vulture looking for carrion. I had forgotten about the vultures. I was just like her, that is why I understand her ways.
The weather is mild, some kind of warm and cozy weather that is supposed to let people relaxed; but not today, not here. For that reason, I have chosen a light dress with no sleeves. I wanted to feel comfortable, considering that tonight, probably, it will be hard, at least for me. It's a nude and tight dress above the knees; its bottom is dégradé that goes from nude to black, and it's bare to the hips. My hair thoroughly covers my back with big curls on the bottom. I don't dress up like that for a long time, but it seems that I didn't lose my instinct. I was worried that I would have mistaken something, like too much eyeshadow or the dress was too short, but Sam's face when he looked at me made me feel confident. He looked at me with that child's eyes after those endless seconds and said:
"Wow! You look gorgeous," in a low voice.
"Are you serious?" I asked, insecure. "Isn't the dress too short?"
"No, no. You look amazing," he made a face. "It's gonna be hard to get the guys out of your way."
This feeling of power when I use high heels never ends. That was a time I was better in this than anyone else. That very familiar feeling was there in the deep of my soul, and it was almost gone, but it is still part of me as my scars. Before we get in the nightclub, Sam presents both invitations, and the security put neon green wristbands on our wrists where it is written "VIP Area" on them. As soon as we were in, we saw a small arch of string lights, behind it a large staircase, with fairy lights on the floor.
"Don't let go of my hand, we don't know what how it is upstairs," Sam warns and holds my hand tight.
I nod, and he helps me to go upstairs. A low lighting place is revealed by the end of the upstairs with couches separated by low walls. The bar, located in the background of the VIP box, where there is a large counter with colored lights, giving an easygoing appearance to the bartenders. The place is crowded, but we could quickly go up to where Sam's friends are.
