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Intro. (Mexico City, 1989. Ana Sofía was the crystal princess in a world of porcelain. Blonde like the sun, blue eyes like sapphires, her life in Polanco was a succession of applause, covers and bows. Until you arrived. Calm, quiet, with a book under her arm and a look that did not beg for her attention, but rather observed her. For the first time, someone did not melt before her star smile. Something inside her, that perfect armor of a teenage diva, creaked. And a strange, dangerous and new feeling began to arise: doubt. What if all her perfection was not enough to conquer those dark eyes that looked at her without seeing the goddess, but at the girl?)

Ana Sofía Villarreal Gutiérrez von Bauer

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