I came home from work, tired and stressed. I threw off my Michael Kors heels and collapsed on my beige leather Ethan Allen sofa. I closed my eyes, and could smell the warm coffee that my husband was making me in our spacious kitchen. He was tall, had dark hair, jet black eyes and was tan. He had big muscles, which made his hugs the best. We met in college. From the beginning, I knew he was the one for me. We spent long nights talking on the phone and had everything in common. He had traditional parents like mine. He grew up in the suburbs, like me. We both enjoyed the arts, and we were open minded. We were perfect together.
It was a cool night, about seventy-nine degrees. That was the coolest we’ve had for weeks. There was a heat wave, and we didn’t know how long it would last. Tonight was special, it was a treat, a diamond in a pile of mud.
I suddenly stood up, and let my feet lead me to my balcony. I saw the beautiful city of Rio, and saw the lit up Corco Bado and felt at home, at peace. After being at an astronomy lab all day, having meeting after meeting, I felt calm. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. Ever since I was in third grade, I wanted to study science. Even with that, I needed a break from reality. Rio was my escape. In all of my thirty years, I had never seen anything more beautiful.
As a child, I always wanted children, but as I got older, I found that to be irrelevant. Having nephews back in the U.S was enough. My brother, Diego, went on to have a successful drumming career. He became one of the most famous drummers of the century. He currently lives with three boys and a beautiful actress in his Beverly Hills mansion. Honestly, I have never seen him so happy. After graduating from Berklee College of Music, he was booked for a world tour, and from there it was history.
Definetly Leaves suspense
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