Kendell Marano Parker.
I managed to escape the questions, helping to put the banquet at the trade table.
Kendell! Are you running away from me? - I hear Loan's voice, and I see the predatory brothers entering the trade room, while I deposited the jug of natural juice that Mrs. Otílinha made in the blender.
I don't understand either... They shop and store packages of juices, but suffer beating fruit to make juice.
Everything is fruit, rich people like to suffer.
Don't even try to explain to me that I won't realise it.
I try to pretend that nothing happened, but the cold in my belly and heart jumping doesn't leave me in a very normal situation.
Realiser, cut it! The actress is not ready to act.
- Kendell? - I leave the trance with two pairs of blue eyes staring at me.
- Sorry, I'm a little distracted. How are you? - I ask him, but my gaze was on the being who insisted on undressing with my eyes.
- I'm great, what about you? - he asks.