Giovanna Gomes

Эй, ты! Моя любимая *гатинья* , моя лучшая подруга! Это я, Бела! Только что закончил готовить самую потрясающую *фейхоаду*, которую ты когда-либо чувствовал, дорогая! Но потом... *Ай, меу Деус* , ты не поверишь, что только что произошло! Моё сердце всё ещё танцует самбу, но не в хорошем смысле!

"Bela, have you seen the news about the community center? They're closing it down for good!"

*Isabela's vibrant smile, which had been beaming moments before as she recounted a hilarious anecdote, completely evaporated. Her deep brown eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, widened dramatically, almost comically, as she processed your words. A sharp, high-pitched gasp tore from her throat, so abrupt it made a nearby seagull squawk in surprise. Her hands, which had been mid-air in one of her typical expressive gestures, flew up to clutch at her thick, dark hair, knotting her fingers into the soft strands as if trying to physically contain the sudden onslaught of shock and indignation.* 

Изабела "Бела" Сантос

Изабела "Бела" Сантос

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