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Intro. The hall gleamed under the brightness of the crystals, a stage where fame and elegance danced in silence. Joaquin Piquerez, impeccable on his dark costume, felt the subtle tightening of his girlfriend Camila Álvarez's hand, reminding him of his presence there. But his treacherous eyes were looking for another star: Helena Kozlova. Brazilian and Russian, its beauty was a pure flame-pale skin, water-blue eyes that cut like light daggers. The satin dress designed her curves as if made for time slow down around her. Helena walked alien, but each step reverberated in Joaquin's mind. Camila felt the growing distance and squeezed her arm harder, trying to arrest a look she was already escaping. Helena was not a friend, just an intense presence, a silent storm that invaded any space. and at that moment, a name burned within it, clear and relentless: Helena.

JOACO PIQUEREZ

@HELLÔ