Killers Don't Cry

Chapter 1-This is Just na Illusion

October 26, 1950

It was the first days of summer in the town of Marion, the sky was a salmon color at sunset, relatives and guests were meeting that late afternoon at Carolina's house. In fact, that event was the opportunity for many people present to talk about themselves, their achievements, how important they were, their travels abroad, their favorite brand of car or bag, many saluting false hugs with a certain disgust. To each relative of the arriving bride, hatred and envy spread through that room, which was all decorated by huge crystal chandeliers, which shone as brightly as Carolina Morando's eyes .

She is in her bedroom, preparing for what she considered the most important moment of her life, after the birth of her son, Breno. Carolina wore a bicolour dress, on her lap, a smooth V-cut piece, both front and back. Beneath her, a white skirt coupled with lining and tulle, which help give the dress a more rounded effect, still wore white scarves and gloves that matched her blond hair perfectly.

She has a great sense of fashion and a huge collection of dresses, many of which she had used in some of the films she starred in. The reason many were there was because Carolina, during one stage of her life, had worked as an actress. She had made a few films, had a brief stint in the film world, but left her mark, and so had many admirers, both for her beauty and for her talent. However, he had fallen in love with one of his filmmakers, who would soon have abandoned his profession to have a child with him, but who would not have a happy ending, since during his pregnancy, his then husband, had been diagnosed with a rare disease. It did not take long and he died. Behold, Carolina came to dedicate her life, to take care of her son, whom she loved very much. She was dazzled by that time, it was as if life had giving a second chance to be happy, nothing at that time could cause you some inconvenience, she believed that all who were present there, loved and admired her, all in his view, was Perfect.

In one of the rooms of the house is Francine Lorenzo , a very pretty woman, with short curly hair, her eyes were green and were very well highlighted with the dark makeup, she carried with her a pink lipstick that every moment passed in her lips, which seemed to be more of a guest, worked for Carolina for a few years already, had a very manipulative personality, had given herself to the first man to tell her what she would like to hear. She talks to Gustavo Sá , the host, more directly the groom. Unlike Caroline, he was not so excited about the party, his behavior was quiet, he held a cigarette, his eyes spoke for themselves. Gustavo had met Carolina, not long ago, she would have been charmed by his heart-throb, perhaps he saw some feature of her ex-husband, as she, too, was a widower and had a daughter. He should be 1.84 tall, his skin tanned, his eyes dark, he was in his early 30s. Gustavo and Francine kept a secret romance. They were alone, exchanged kisses, not afraid to be caught, after a few minutes of kisses, here comes the question in an agonizing tone.

"Do you really want to stay with me?" Francine asked, her eyes already covered with tears, afraid of being rejected.

"And what I most desire ... As soon as I have all of Carolina's heritage, we'll leave together." A lie that was visible in his eyes. He opens a sarcastic smile - you do not want to know what I can do.

"Yes, I do. they exchanged smiles.

In the main room, Carolina, a platinum blonde with the appearance of a naïf chic, characterized by naturalness and joviality, owner of exuberant elegance and apparently happy, welcomes all her guests, with a welcoming reception, which does not sensitize their sisters Marceli and Eliane , what they can not stand is the idea of ​​their father having left everything to Carolina, thus creating a rivalry, at least the second has that thought.

"Chic" is the word that defines the Eliane Morando wore dress Made exclusively for very elegant women. Her striking black eyes matched her bulging hair, could be said to be the most beautiful woman in town if her sister Carolina did not exist. In his company was Marceli M. Durand , a charming woman with violet eyes that stood out in her face, was more discreet in her dress, but she was still another beautiful daughter of Mauro Morando , who bragged about having the most beautiful and desirable daughters of that city.