Until I Met You

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I glanced down at my feet, passing my red-painted nails through my red dress and looking at my red stilettos, checking again that my outfit was looking polished and stunning, even if deep inside I knew my appearance was not important.
It was more important to him and his image.

The new seafood restaurant was crowded with people who could have the luck to afford it, and I didn't even liked seafood. Diamond chandeliers where hanging from the gold painted ceiling, and the mighty walls were decorated with tall Greek-like columns wrapped with flowers. The floor was sparkling with silver and gold tiles, and a
burgundy carpet covered most of it. It was a relaxing and beautiful place to hang out.
My boyfriend comes from a wealthy family, and I always knew that, but little did I know that all he cared about was his reputation among people, just like his family. When I met him, he was the sweetest guy a girl could ask for. He wasn't like this a year ago, when we first met in that library in high school, but college and being in a fraternity full of rich business colleagues made him change.

Tonight, I was forced to go have dinner with him and a few of his friends with their bitchy girlfriends. I was wearing a classic elegant dress, and they were wearing tops that looked like bras and short skirts. And let me tell you, I never felt so uncomfortable and out of place in my life.

Marcos just wanted to show off his "pretty" girlfriend, like a new accessory he just bought at a jewelry store. When we entered the fancy place and sat at the best table located there, I observed and absorbed all the details and corners, trying to find a place where I could feel better than sitting here, feeling like a statue.

"Try to smile a little", he said while stroking my back. I felt my stomach getting warm. I didn't know if it was love or fear I was feeling.

"Don't embarrass me", he whispered while I was staring at the porcelain plate laying in front of me. I smiled forcely and tried to concentrate on the conversation they were having, but I was instantly distracted by a sudden thought that came into my head.

"Necesito escapar", I thought in my native language.

I excused myself, looking at my boyfriend mouthing that "I needed to go to the bathroom". He looked at me with annoyance and mouthed "quick" back at me. I stood up and walked to the restroom, feeling like I swan to the surface from nearly drowning in the ocean.