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37- Let behind all that paint

The first rays of the sun illuminated the entrance to the courthouse, and Ivan was there, firm and

determined, with the folder of documents in his hand. His phone rang, and when he answered,

Everth's figure was reflected on the screen. Emotion resonated in Ivan's voice as he

shared the news.

— Everth, my friend, today is the day. We are in front of the courthouse, and everything is

prepared to prove your innocence. The lawyer is sure that the evidence is overwhelming. Today

could be the day you regain your freedom! —

Everth, from his cell, felt a lump in his throat. Hope, that spark that had

been extinguished for so long, was beginning to shine again.

— Ivan, I don't know how to thank you. I am about to face this thanks to you. I have

no words to express my gratitude.

Ivan, with a smile that reflected his joy and hope, answered:

— Friends are for this, Everth. Now, let's see this as the beginning of a new

chapter. I'm sure everything will turn out well.

As Ivan and Everth walked into the courthouse, life on the beach continued its rhythm.

Jade, wrapped in the expectation of the possible reunion with Cris, woke up with a

feeling of joy and nervousness.

Jade, in her thoughts

— Today is the day. The party could change many things. What surprises does destiny

have in store for me?

As she prepared for the day, Jade reflected on the possibility of meeting

Cris again. The fleeting connection at the party continued to resonate in her mind, and the

expectation of the meeting added a touch of excitement to the day.

In addition, Jade stood in front of the mirror, the light of dawn reflecting the determination

in her eyes. The anticipation of the party and the possibility of a reunion with Cris

lit a spark of excitement in her being. But before immersing herself in the effervescence

of the day, Jade felt the need to connect with her roots, with that source of wisdom

that she always found in the memories and teachings of her grandmother, even though she

was no longer physically present.

With the phone in her hand, Jade paused before dialing the familiar number. She

recalled the old conversations, the shared laughter, but she also faced the reality that her grandmother was

no longer there. Instead of dialing, she closed her eyes and allowed the memories

to flow like a dialogue with her grandmother's soul.

Jade, with affection in her thoughts

— Grandma, today is a special day. I have a feeling that something

important could happen at tonight's party, and I need your guidance.

Grandma, in Jade's memory, shared her wise and comforting words.

Grandma, in Jade's thoughts

— Listen, my child. Life is like a wild horse, and you are its rider. You must

learn to be free like the wind, but also to firmly guide the reins. Do not be afraid

to run on the plain of opportunity, but always remember your roots.

The words resonated in Jade's heart like an ancestral melody. She closed her eyes,

imagining a wild horse galloping in the sunset, feeling the freedom and connection

with the earth beneath its legs.

Jade, with determination in her thoughts

— Thank you, Grandma. I needed that perspective. Today, I will be like that horse, free and

determined. I will face whatever comes with the wisdom of your words.

After the silent conversation with her grandmother's memory, Jade felt

renewed, as if her grandmother's teachings were a beacon that illuminated her path. She

prepared for the day with a mix of grace and courage, ready to face whatever fate

had in store for her on the beach, where the waves of the sea and the whispers of the wind

seemed to whisper secrets of unexplored possibilities.

Jade, imbued with a serene determination, reached into her closet

in search of the perfect outfit for the occasion. Her fingers slid

through the fabrics until she found the white bathing suit, a choice

that evoked purity and femininity. The silky fabric unfolded

gracefully, outlining her curves in a delicate way.

Sliding the dress over her figure, Jade looked at herself in the mirror. The white

highlighted her sun-kissed skin, creating an image of freshness and

elegance. The neckline of the dress

framed her collarbone, and the thin straps intertwined with a delicacy

that enhanced her femininity.

The finishing touch came in the form of pearls. Jade chose a string of pearls that lay in her

jewelry box, an inheritance from her grandmother. The pearls, born from the depths of the ocean,

hung around her neck, emphasizing the softness of her skin and highlighting the light in

her eyes.

The pearls seemed to tell ancient stories, as if they carried with them the whisper of the sea and

ancient wisdom. Jade admired the reflection in the mirror, feeling the connection to her

roots and carrying with her the strength of the women who had preceded her.

The white dress, along with the shimmering pearls, not only enhanced Jade's physical beauty, but also symbolized her determination to face the day with grace and courage. Ready for whatever opportunities fate might present to her, her reflection in the mirror reflected not only the image of an elegantly dressed woman, but also the vision of someone preparing to write a new chapter in her life. With each detail carefully chosen, Jade left her home certain that the dress and those pearls were not just accessories, but symbols of her inner strength and connection to her roots. The sun on the horizon welcomed her presence with golden flashes, as if nature itself recognized the importance of this day in Jade's life. The beach, with its warm sand and waves whispering secrets, awaited the next chapter of the story that was about to unfold. Cris's apartment

In parallel, Cris, still dealing with the tensions in her relationship with Samantha, was facing

the day with everything that had happened, something that she thought she had never dared to do at the

moment, but that in a certain way had felt something fresh in her day to day.

Cris, while organizing herself to face the day, let the lyrics of the song merge

with her own thoughts. The words resonated in her mind, as if the melody

were the echo of her most intimate emotions. The duality of her feelings towards Samantha

and the uncertainty surrounding Jade intertwined, creating a whirlwind inside her.

While she was getting dressed, she opted for a white pair of shorts, a choice that reflected her desire

to free herself from the accumulated tensions. The whiteness of the fabric contrasted with the tumult of

thoughts that invaded her mind. Each fold of the fabric became a reminder of the complexity of their relationships, woven with threads of love, disappointment, and now the promise of a new connection. The sea breeze that crept through the window carried with it the murmur of the waves, a constant reminder of the proximity of the beach and the party that awaited. Cris, aware that this event could be a turning point in his life, allowed himself to immerse himself in the memories of the previous night with Samantha. The image of Samantha, with her expression of contempt, was engraved in his mind. He remembered every word, every gesture, and the feeling of being rejected resonated like a persistent echo. As he put on a pair of comfortable sandals, Cris tried hard to leave behind the emotional burden he carried with him. — I'm living in a memory... — he murmured to himself, letting the music accompany him in his reflection.

The beach, with its seductive call, revealed itself as a stage of possibilities and new beginnings. Cris, despite the tensions he carried, longed for the respite that the party could offer him. He planned to immerse himself in the music, in the bustle of the crowd, in an attempt to free himself from the emotional chains that bound him.

With each adjustment to his outfit, Cris felt that he was preparing for a night that could change the course of his life. The white shorts, now a symbol of a new perspective, became his armor to face the uncertainty and confusion that lived in his heart.

Before leaving his home, he looked at the reflection in the mirror, as if searching for answers in his own eyes. The reflected gaze revealed the determination of a man in search of clarity, a heart open to the surprises of fate. With determined steps, Cris left his home, ready to face the night that stretched out before him, where the music and lights of the party promised to be the backdrop for the next scene in his intricate story. Meanwhile, Samantha with her friends at some bar in the city

Samantha, frustrated and angry, was at a bar with her friends. The music was

resonating in the place, but her mind was full of tumultuous thoughts and mixed emotions. She took sips of her drink while trying to hide the discomfort she felt about the recent confrontation with Cris.

"How dare you ruin my night with your emotional problems?" she muttered to herself, with a look of disdain on her face. The rage she felt was boiling inside her,

and the need for revenge took over her thoughts.

The laughter and lively conversations of her friends were a backdrop for her master plan

to show that she could move on without Cris.

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