Chapter 32

Amber was perfection made a woman, everything about her was beauty, everything about her was stunning, and she knew it, because, when she put on the silver dress, all shiny that she had worn that day for the opening of the fashion house that belonged to her mother, she looked exquisite, her belly of a few months made her look sexy, adding to that her beautiful hair, and her clear eyes that contrasted with her face.
She made up her face delicately and took the handbag to go downstairs. Álvaro told her that he would be at the entrance of his house early. Amber was seriously thinking about giving herself a chance with her teacher. She was a woman tired of suffering, and she saw in Álvaro the escape from the pain she felt every night when she imagined Astrid making love to Andrea. Yes, she knew that if she told Andrea what she knew, he would surely send her to investigate Astrid, but she felt deep down that Andrea Laureti deserved to suffer, she deserved to realize, belatedly, what kind of person Astrid was. When she got downstairs, she found that all the lights in her house were off, and she was sure he had left them on.
"Some electrical problem," she thought, mind it.