heatwave | Charles Leclerc | re-writing

Chapter 32

Bahia, February 2023 - Victoria Marino

And here we are. Brazil. I would be happy to be here if my bestfriend, who is brazilian, didn't kiss the guy that I was or am, don't know well, in a relationship with.

Just to think of what Marina did to me and to our friendship makes me sick to my stomach. She made me hate this country.

Jeremy is an evil king. He made everyone believe that this happened a year and half ago, because Charles had a similar haircut. He made me post a declaration on my stories, just like Charles and Marina did, to clear up this mess and pretend this didn't happened.

The media bought it, so I'm not that mad anymore. Even though things are fixed, it still hurts to think that she prefered to kiss him and set fire in our friendship than respecting my limits and my relationship, mantaining our friendship good as it was.

Julie immediatly called me, saying that she would cut any kind of relationship with Marina. In her words, and I quote: "She broke the girl code: if your bestfriend liked him, he's automatically dead to you". I personally think that Julie's right. Mainly because I would never have done this to her.

Anyway, the wedding is in two days and I have a lot to do. I have to do a bunch of preparations to the big day. It kinda looks like I'm the bride. I just want to be flawless, because, to be honest, every lame excuse that I get to get ready and get all fancy, I take it and turn it into a full event.

I have to go get my hair and my nails done, to buy a dress and to buy shoes.

Jeremy forced me to buy a new dress just for the wedding. The dress code is blue. You can wear anything, as long as it's blue. Any shade, just blue.

We are currently fighting for our lives because it's hot as hell in this country. I was so used to winter and, in the middle of nothing, summer.

Ah, summer. When the skin goes darker and the hair goes lighter. The problems go away and the happiness comes back. Nothing tops summer. I love summer.

I was already sweating of how much we were walking to find a store with cute dresses. We end up finding a little store with an old lady behind the counter.

- Bom dia, meus amores! Tudo bem com vocês? - Marina could help right now. If she wasn't a backstabber.

I ankwardly smile at her, not really sure what to do.

- Pois, cês não fala português, né? Deixa eu ver - she starts whispering for herself - como falo isso pra ela? Porra, devia ter estudado mais inglês. Ah pera, - she scratches her head - do you speak english?

Her poor english was enough to make me nod my head, hoping for the best.

- CAMILLE, VEM CÁ. TEM AQUI CLIENTE QUE FALA INGLÊS, VEM ME SOCORRER. - She screams agressively. She looks back at us and shows us a friendly smile.

Suddently, a younger girl appears and smiles at us.

- Me ajuda, pelo amor de Deus.

- Ta bom, mãe. Não desespera não, eu tenho tudo controlado. Hi, how can I help you?

- Oh, hi! - I say - I'm attending a wedding in two days and I need a dress.

- Ok. Do you have any idea of what model or color?

- Yes. We need to wear blue. I was thinking of a light blue maybe, with some tulle layers.

- Umm, I think I'm visualizing it. Do you like flowers and lace? - She asks, rubbing her hands against eachother.