Chapter 6 Mariana

• It had been two weeks. Two weeks since the incident between me and Lorenzo. A moment I was still stuck on. I was pretty sure Lorenzo had probably forgotten that I existed and had sunk his claws into another woman.
• I dipped the rag into a bowl of water, squeezed it and continued cleaning the tables. I guess I just had to accept the reality that there could never be anything serious between me and Lorenzo.
• "Let him go, Mariana," I whispered to myself. With a sigh I headed to the next table. The days at the club were becoming more dreadful as the days went by. My plan to escape has gone nowhere.