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• When she left, her hair was shining, soft, and perfumed. The usual straightness gained waves at the tips, her nails were treated and covered in wine-colored nail polish. Her eyebrows were done, and her body was depilated—and she swore to herself that every drop spilled for pain would be worth it in the end.
• The beauty of her delicate face was highlighted by the makeup that marked her light eyes, her full lips filled with light pink lipstick and gloss. She had paid attention to all the makeup artist's advice to reapply the products if necessary. The problem was that not even the rush and endless conversation in the salon ended her daydreams about what would happen that night and in the future. Her fate was tied to the meeting with Nathaniel, and it unsettled her. She wasn't prepared. She needed more time, classes, and Simon. And that was what frustrated her.
• While she was nervously biting her nails, Salvatore was miles away, at events full of glamorous models. Certainly, he was walking alongside some Scottish woman who offered herself, exchanging kisses and caresses, or several, as he attracted the opposite sex like honey attracts bees. They would think they hit the jackpot, that a night with him was a guarantee of orange blossoms, oblivious to the fact that Simon was allergic to commitment.