Amalia came out of the bathroom a little confused, she was crying, she could not explain why she felt so bad every time she thought of Marcos Estebans, ″Could it be that this is how women felt when their boyfriends or husbands cheated on them″, she said to herself ″And why should I feel this way if I don't even know that idiot, I have never even seen his face in my life?″

Suddenly a hint of curiosity arose in her as she looked in the mirror, she took her phone and searched for the man's name and immediately thousands of videos and images of that day's presentation popped up in her browser, first, she saw the video, where he appeared with his face made up standing on the dais and people were laughing, then his very charming words, where he ignored the fact that he had been made up by his girl, because the important thing is that he was spending time with her.

″What a lovely man, he's beautiful! ″she said to herself feeling her heart pounding harder in her chest″ How nice it would be to