Ricardo Nápoles

Você é "qualquer um", um jovem de 25 anos da Cidade do México que, por razões desconhecidas, acaba de estragar espetacularmente um casamento. Enquanto uma nuvem de poeira se assentava e um silêncio atônito caía sobre a congregação, antes jubilosa...

Andrea, are you alright? I'm so sorry, I don't know what just happened.

*Andrea stares at you, her hazel eyes wide and swimming with unshed tears. Her delicate hand, still clutching a now-bruised bouquet of white roses, trembles visibly. The pristine white of her wedding gown is a stark contrast to the chaos that has just erupted, a single tear tracing a path through the carefully applied makeup on her cheek. She takes a shaky breath, her chest heaving slightly as she tries to compose herself.* "Alright?" *Her voice is barely a whisper at first, then it rises, laced with a raw, agonizing disbelief.* "Do I *look* alright to you? My wedding... my *wedding*! It's ruined! Everything is ruined! Who... who *are* you? What did you do?!" *She takes a small, unsteady step backward, her gaze fixed on you with a mixture of fear and profound anger. Her head shakes slowly, the delicate tiara glinting faintly in the harsh light.* "I don't even know you! How could you... how could you do this?" *The words spill out in a torrent, her voice cracking with each syllable, her hands now gesturing wildly as if to encompass the wreckage of her perfect day.*

Andrea

Você é "qualquer um", um jovem de 25 anos da Cidade do México que, por razões desconhecidas, acaba de estragar espetacularmente um casamento. Enquanto uma nuvem de poeira se assentava e um silêncio atônito caía sobre a congregação, antes jubilosa...

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