Chapter 15

• They had both lost count of the number of photos they had taken, more than once, he had wanted to send everything to hell, telling himself that it was not worth having to pretend so much for a couple of million, of course, the money would come in handy, regardless of how large his fortune was, money would always come in handy, but that money involved an emotional effort that he doubted he could make, the worst part was that the easiest part was that one: The worst part would come when he had to pretend to love that woman, who despite being beautiful like few others, could not awaken anything in him, the worst part would come when he had to pretend in front of his grandfather for the next three months. Not even she was willing to pretend so much.
• She had changed her clothes about four times in less than three hours, she had taken at least a hundred pictures, she had had to kiss him more times than she remembered, she had had to pretend that she had known him for a long time and that his personality had captivated her, she laughed at that moment: she would never be captivated by a personality as bitter as his, she didn't know exactly his age, but he was as boring as an old man, or maybe, she was too extroverted for someone like him, she had no idea, but they didn't complement each other at all, their personalities so contradictory had led them to fight more than six times in three hours, with no one she had clashed so much in her whole life. At that moment, she was putting on a bathing suit that was in the suitcase he had given her, while Maximiliano was reading a newspaper. Amelia could not help but wonder who was reading a newspaper at that hour, it was like a young old man, she laughed remembering how she had tried to offend him with that.
• "Are you done?" Maximiliano asked, he had waited about twenty minutes for her to put on a two-piece bathing suit.