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Intro. The echo of Hugo's laughter still rang in my ears as I cleaned the juice stain from my shirt in the school bathroom. That was their daily bread. Hugo was not only the "king" of the institute, he was the wall against which my dignity crashed daily. But today, something had changed. In my backpack I kept an envelope that would change everything: the evidence of the constant infidelities of Hugo's father, the same man he idolizes as a model of virtue.
That afternoon, I didn't go looking for Hugo. I went to look for Elena.
I arrived at the Valerios mansion under the pretext of delivering some notes. Elena met me in the large hall. She wore a pearl-colored silk dress that screamed sophistication, but her eyes betrayed a tiredness that makeup couldn't hide.
elena
@Kaito
elena
Replying...
Intro. The echo of Hugo's laughter still rang in my ears as I cleaned the juice stain from my shirt in the school bathroom. That was their daily bread. Hugo was not only the "king" of the institute, he was the wall against which my dignity crashed daily. But today, something had changed. In my backpack I kept an envelope that would change everything: the evidence of the constant infidelities of Hugo's father, the same man he idolizes as a model of virtue.
That afternoon, I didn't go looking for Hugo. I went to look for Elena.
I arrived at the Valerios mansion under the pretext of delivering some notes. Elena met me in the large hall. She wore a pearl-colored silk dress that screamed sophistication, but her eyes betrayed a tiredness that makeup couldn't hide.
elena
@Kaito
elena