4- Cecilia in the airport
For this and many more reasons, Cecilia is not a beautiful and attractive girl like any other. She always values a beautiful day, full of peace and silence, over a night full of vanity, surrounded by conversations where everything is noise and superficiality. That is why she feels so comfortable and peaceful listening to Coldplay's music, at this moment, sitting in front of me at my favorite restaurant. While she orders dinner and Chris Martin's voice sings the song Yellow, of course I am getting ahead of myself, because the truth is that Cecilia still does not know me and does not know who I am. And I, having dinner and sipping my whiskey, also do not imagine that she will be the woman who will transform everything inside my bones, and change my life like a candle that remains lit, warming everything inside and outside of you.
At that moment, Charlie calls Cecilia and she answers the phone.
Hello? How are you, cousin? - Cecilia asks on the phone.
Hi cousin, everything is fine, don't worry. Tonight I came to dinner at a beautiful place. If you want, you can stay out. No problem.
Tomorrow? To Los Roques? - Cecilia says with a doubtful voice.
It sounds amazing cousin, but tomorrow I would like to go to the Teresa Carreño Theater. It's the last night exhibiting a piece that I want to see.
When are you coming back from the beach? - Cecilia asks.
Don't worry cousin, enjoy. I'm glad you met this guy. Isn't it too soon to go to the beach with him if you're just getting to know him tonight? Cecilia lets out a light laugh.
I understand cousin. Well, I'll think about it. Would we leave tomorrow by plane to Los Roques?
Alright Charlie, have a beautiful night, enjoy it a lot.
See you tomorrow, alright… perfect. Cecilia hangs up the call and smiles to herself, happy to hear Charlie so excited about the guy she met tonight at the party. He is a businessman and has a yacht, so he has invited both of them to Los Roques for the weekend. Charlie told her they could meet tomorrow at the airport. The truth is that Cecilia's suitcases are already packed because she arrived in the city that day, so she is more than prepared to go to the beach. However, going out with a stranger and having him take care of the hotel and all the expenses makes her a little uncomfortable, as Cecilia has always been an independent woman. But there is a feeling of unease in Cecilia, as she notices how her cousin is more interested in her social life and meeting guys than spending quality time with her. So, the next morning, Cecilia arrives very early at Maiquetía to catch the flight from Maiquetía to Margarita, where she will meet Charlie and her new boyfriend to travel to Los Roques by yacht. Cecilia arrives early at the airport and goes to the bathroom before boarding the flight to Margarita, to then reach Los Roques. The Los Roques Archipelago is a Federal dependency that includes a group of islands and cays in the Lesser Antilles belonging to Venezuela. They are paradisiacal islands, a true paradise located in Venezuela. The Caribbean Sea and the tropical climate make the experience dreamlike. There are two options to get to Los Roques, by water and by air. The fastest and most exciting way to get to Los Roques is by plane, but Charlie's boyfriend would take us on his yacht. So, I would travel to Margarita Island and observe the magnificent blue tones of the sea from the sky, and there I would meet my cousin to go by yacht to Los Roques. There are commercial flights that depart from the Simón Bolívar National Airport in Maiquetía, Caracas, and my cousin sent me a transfer to buy the ticket, probably a paid gift from her new boyfriend, with whom she spent the previous night. She was truly a beautiful and very seductive woman, as an actress she always knew what to say and how to seduce without much effort. I enter the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My blonde and wavy hair looks radiant and soft, and I'm wearing a black blazer, a shiny silver crop top, and jeans. I'm excited, although I know that I will probably feel somewhat uncomfortable during most of the trip with all the partying and Charlie's social environment. At that moment, I receive a message from Charlie, photos of her in a bikini, looking gorgeous alongside a group of guys. Photos of Ivy, Charlie's best friend, topless with two guys.
I can't wait for you to arrive - Charlie says on WhatsApp. I smile somewhat uncomfortably, looking at the photos. At that moment, a woman sobs from one of the bathroom stalls. She comes out of the bathroom and wipes her cheeks in front of the mirror. The woman is young and has the face of a doll. She wears a lilac-colored hijab that covers her blouse, and tight jeans on her hips. She wears heeled boots and her impeccable nails are long. Her eyes are red and her gaze dull and broken. I take out some makeup remover wipes from my small Chanel bag and hand them to her.
Thank you - she says taking the wipes and cleaning her cheeks.
Are you okay? What's the matter? - I ask that stranger.
It's nothing, you wouldn't understand. I don't think you care. - The woman replies sharply. Cecilia, far from backing away or being offended, understands what the woman means. It's not usual for a stranger to be kind or concerned about others. She approaches the woman, who is now powdering her face, hiding the makeup.
Listen, I know it's not normal for us to be kind, but I am a woman just like you, and you are very beautiful. I can't help but notice the beautiful blue eyes you have, and I'm sure when you smile you are even more beautiful. I don't know you, but if you want to tell me what's going on, I would happily listen - I say to her gently.