Ximena interrupted her brother by clearing her throat loudly. "I want to know what happened to the baby, Marco. Am I an aunt or not?" she asked, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, tilting one hip, and giving him a raised eyebrow.
"Of course," he said the irritation clear in his voice. "And no, you're not an aunt, because the baby was not mine to begin with!"
"What!" Ximena and I exclaimed at the same time, our eyes turned so big that they almost fell out of our sockets.
Marco didn't hear us anymore, because right after he told us the truth he walked out of my office.
"Oh, Shit!" Ximena cursed, as she also stormed out of my office, going after her brother.
"Marco!" I heard her yell from outside.
After I graduated from college I was supposed to go back to Barcelona, but things turned out differently. Ximena took over her mother's business.
YouNique Cosmetics.
They were in desperate need of a copywriter and Ximena practically begged me to fill in that position temporarily. As time passed by, I enjoyed being a copywriter for YouNique Cosmetics. It was also a well-paid job with a lot of benefits.
So after my time working there passed by, Ximena gave me two options. Working for Younique cosmetics permanently or signing the resignation letter and going back to Barcelona.
I chose the first one because I wanted to give Milan and my aunt a good life and I don't know if I would be able to do that when I was in Barcelona. It was not guaranteed that I would have a job like this there.
Now, every month I send half of my salary to Barcelona so my aunt can take care of herself and Milan.
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"I can't believe you met the Marco Vasilios!"
My best friend Reina couldn't believe her ears when I told her about the Marco incident at my work. "You're so lucky!" she squealed, throwing a pillow at my face.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, throwing the pillow back at her. "What do you mean by lucky? He's nothing but a jerk."
"Don't talk about him like that!" she yelled out, quite offended when I called Marco a jerk. "He's the hottest man on earth!" She fanned herself with her hands and let out a deep dreamy sigh.
I shook my head in despair. This girl is literally up in the ass of Marco Vasilios, but then again who wouldn't? He was pretty damn handsome. I would give him that.
I met Reina Indigo four years ago when I first started college. She's a twenty-five-year-old Brazilian, who studied the same course as I did. Currently, she's working in Sephora. We shared the same dorm for two years and later on we shared the same apartment. She's the second person in America who knows about my life in Barcelona.
The first one is Ximena.
Reina is the definition of a Brazilian beauty. Big booty, slim waist, gigantic breasts, and long, black shiny hair. If there's anything you can associate Reina with it's glitter, diamonds, and all the sparkly stuff. Reina is quite picky about her clothes like how she is about her men. Every single piece of clothing, shoe, or jewelry she had, needed to have something sparkly or glittery on it, otherwise she would refuse to wear it.
"We all need a little sparkle in this shady world," she said, as she flipped her hair and rolled her eyes. I always told her the name Reina suited her well. Reina means queen and queens like everything that sparkles right?
"I'm so tired of Luca. He keeps calling me, but he broke my heart and I don't want to be heartbroken again by the same man. You know what I mean Jillian?" Reina grabbed a pizza on the kitchen counter and took a big bite of it.
Luca Rossi, son of Dante and Sophia Rossi one of the richest families in Italy, attended the same college as Reina and I, but only he studied Chemical Engineering. The school we attended was a private Ivy League research university in Upper Manhattan. It was one of the world's most prestigious universities, the acceptance rate was only six percent and the tuition fees were more than fifty thousand dollars.
Reina and I busted our asses off to get a fully funded scholarship and we did. People like Luca and Ximena didn't have any trouble applying to the University. They were loaded with money; the only thing they had to do was graduate from high school with flying colors.
Reina and Luca had a relationship during junior year of college that didn't last longer than six months. During one of the frat parties, Reina caught Luca making out with some bimbo named Tiara or Tiana.
"I think you should forgive him," I said wisely.
It was a long time ago. Two years and a half. Luca may be a changed man by now.
"No...," she took a big bite of her pizza and looked at me with wide eyes. "You are supposed to be that friend who doesn't like the idea of her best friend going back to her ex."
I laughed heartily. "Fine then," I cleared my throat and said in a serious voice, "Don't you dare go back to Luca, he is a man whore and you deserve a gentleman for god sake! I'm so happy you broke up with him because I never liked that guy anyway."
She laughed loudly as she opened a can of soda. "That was better."
"Thank you, thank you," I said laughing, making a small bow for her.
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The atmosphere at work changed dramatically after the whole Marco incident. Ximena was in a dull mood when she came to the office. She even snapped at her personal assistant Claire, who was nothing but a sweetheart. Well, sometimes she could be really clumsy. Ximena hadn't said anything to me since morning; she didn't even come by my office to say good morning like how she did every other day.
Everyone at the office knew something had happened at home. Ximena was a jolly, outgoing, and talkative girl; everyone was surprised when she came into the office dressed like The Great Depression. She wore a long conservative dress that was two sizes too big for her and she tied her hair in a knot on top of her head. She was still pretty though, but knowing Ximena, she would never wear something like that at home let alone to work.
When lunchtime came I decided to grab some coffee and macarons for me and Ximena. Claire, her personal assistant, told me that Ximena refused to have breakfast and refused to come out of her office.