More of You (S1 Ep.17-6)

Charlie: The idea you started to develop captivated some investors. This week you're going to have some meetings to do a demonstration of the business plan.

Rose: Are you kidding?

Charlie: No, I'm talking very seriously.

Rose: I have nothing prepared, already this week? Are you sure?

Charlie: Yes, and I think you have a lot of work done. You did a complete presentation of it to the girls. Mother saw it and I know she reviewed your start-up plan.

Rose: She didn't tell me anything about it…

Charlie: Wants to talk about it at dinner, probably. You know how she is, likes to share the news at mealtime, when we're all together.

I got a new hope with the news that Charlie had just given me. I couldn't wait for dinner to hear what mother had to tell. With the confirmation of the meetings that we would have for this week, I almost couldn't contain all the joy I was feeling, but I had to make the effort. Nothing was guaranteed, these meetings would be only to demonstrate the project, with all its phases, expenditure and revenue, after an assessment from the stakeholders, only then, I would have a concrete answer.

After dinner, I went to my bedroom, was ecstatic with the mere idea of being able to progress a little further in the project. However, to the illusion take not over completely, I picked up the music box and ran to its handle, I sat by the window, admiring the stars, leaving its melody cool me down. - "Where did I hear this song before?!" – I could swear that I saw the stars dance, such was my enchantment for this music. The night of the Christmas party was so present whenever I heard it. Was there that I danced with him... These images could not be just a dream…

I know I wasn't in love, I couldn't be! This, too, was just an illusion. Wanted so badly to believe that I discredit my own words so that I wouldn't get hurt. Could not accept being in love, then denied it. At this moment the hope of seeing him, or to see him again began to fade. Slowly, let my passion for fashion, for all the work that had developed with the real support of the girls, take a larger space in me. I began to feel that to maintain sanity would have to hang on to something real. It was difficult to accept this. - "If I ever meant anything to him, why didn't he come? Why not be a part of my life?! ".

Perhaps, promptly I made myself available to help Monic because I wanted to keep the hope that something so wonderful could be real and not just a fantasy. Maybe if I saw a happy ending to Monic, could find one for my story…

... But fate had other plans for me.

Joan: Mikhael!

Seth: Yes, Rebecca?

Joan: She knows! Rose kept all the memories of you in her journal, and she’s going to look for you!

Seth: What do you want me to do? - Responded with a bittersweet.

Joan: I need a little more patience from you, my brother. You need to stay away. I think the best thing would be if you did not return to school!