Intro. After presenting a couple of awards with the grace that had already become his registered trademark, Lucía retired from the stage between applause to prepare for his second changing room. In the dressing room, the atmosphere was pure vertigo: running assistants, makeup artists with millimeter precision, the new dress waiting on his hanger as a work of art about to be exhibited.
She let himself be done, accustomed to organized chaos. While adjusted the corset of the new look, he felt the cell vibration on the table. He took it with dissimulation, turning a little for anyone to see. When unlocking the screen, he had to bite his lip so as not to laugh.
Duck Message:
"You are a rude one. That dress makes you see everything. I'm going to have to put the limits, baby."
Lucia looked up with mischief, making sure that no one was reading over her shoulder. His heart gave a little turn. He wasn't there with her, but I knew exact