SEASHELLS

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Knowing all the truth was heartbreaking, all her life revolves around falseness and there she was thinking that she had it all under control. Guess growing up in wealth was something but keeping it was base on trust.

Letting her gaze wandered around her all Dolores could see was humans fanciness, how all of that could crumble because of one thing in that stopped the machine. That is how one thooth hurting damage all the mouth.

Natasha the one she took as the only being in the world she could trust was the one plotting behind her back to take her what she had. If only it was only her.

A trembling hand on her lips Dolores fight to suppress her tears, she couldn't cry now or it will not stop, lips waved as she tried to pressed them. She quivered like it was freezing cold when the sun was bright shining.

Exhaling, feeling down she did her best to maintain her composure she was still in public under scrutiny, showing her weakness could make them destroy her in a heartbeat, the damages was really deep like deeper than what she could have imagined.

Counting to ten she started regulating her breath sweat forming on her forehead, this was bad really bad getting up she went out leaning on the rail taking in the air of the sea coming to her sense progressively looking at her hand she saw that she held the untouched drink she requested earlier, pondering at her fate she took small sips turning her glass between her fingers.

Why did she waited to give it to her? How was she even abled to record it all was a huge thing to understand. Laughing dryly at herself she looked in her glass and to the sea as if to find her answers there. The fact that she gave it to her after she treated them like shit was an understatement, a huge slap.

At her place she would have closed the door behind her wishing the person to root in hell, but she couldn't her, ethic couldn't let her leave someone face the fate which would have been hers if she didn't have the record to bring her back in the reality.

At least she knew she was right as Natasha said it herself she didn't knew how to curupt Nina her secretary. She was a "good pet" she said waiting the time when Dolores herself will makes her hated her doing it "all by herself" her words again.

"I want you to promise me to be someone good." The young woman words played in her head again and again her voice calming her nerves.

It was the only thing she requested of her to be nice. Now that she knew the value of the help she gave her she didn't knew what to do. How could she be nice when the only thing she was thinking about was to kill someone with her bare hands? she worked so hard that she didn't rest sometimes for what? People trying to take it away from her? That was inadmissable, over her death body. Dripping the rail her knuckles went white she had to release her grip on the glass to not broke it again she couldn't do something out of the ordinary

"Be wiser" was the words she asked to marked, looking to the sea she breathed out when the wind pushed her hairs all around her making it rose behind her. She wasn't aware of the man that was in a trance not far away from her. The beauty she had was surreal.  As she looked his way she arched an eyebrow checking him out in a hard way making him looked away under the death stare.

Getting back in her place she picked her wallet gesturing to a waitress to come her way.

"It is on the house ma'am, the Chef orders." Bowing the woman made it impossible to keep her gaze down.

The Chef of LABEL was someone Dolores had a deal that may be tie in the future but she didn't knew now if it could be possible with what she knew. Doing her possible to act normal she nodded the way of the man who showed her the seat then headed out not acknowledging the waitress.