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Bruna doesn’t seem to have any qualms about exposing her giant tits under her couture. I’m not exactly sure how to describe what she’s wearing, but in my opinion the combination of sequins and see-through fabric that runs down each side of her body, hugging her enormous ass, is over the top and clearly denotes how she’s desperate for attention. In fact, the dress is so short, it should really be called a tee-shirt. “Black is such a classic selection for evening wear. Who’s the designer?”
    “It’s a Brazilian design,” she retorts, rolling her r. “Americans are far too conservative to allow a curvy woman to showcase her assets. Fuller women in this country dress like frigid nuns, but in my country we believe if you have it, why not flaunt it,” she continues before tilting her head back and letting out an almost evil laugh.
    We’re not conservatives, you idiot. We have a sense of dignity. “It does seem Brazilian women are bigger… how can I say this… risk-takers than we are. We Americans are a little shy in baring it all for strangers to ogle freely.” I look up at her and I’m met with a pair of cold brown eyes. It’s still not clear what I’ve done to irritate this woman so much considering I only met her earlier today for the first time, but everything about her suggests she can’t stand the sight of me.
    “What does ‘ogle’ mean?”
    “Oh, I forgot English is not your first language. It is simply another way of saying ‘admire,’” I lie through gritted teeth.
    “Ah.” Suddenly she’s beaming like a peacock. “Thank you for the compliment.” If you weren’t so dense and so full of yourself, you’d realize it wasn’t a compliment at all. “I guess your dress suits you, but I would never choose something so… saintly. Your dress covers eighty percent of your body.”
    I wish I were tall enough to be able to bitch-slap her.
    “Why don’t we go inside? I’m sure a lot of familiar faces have already arrived and we can mingle with new people.” I choose to take the high road and put an end to this conversation or else it might get ugly between the Brazilian model and I.
    I don’t think I’ve ever been so grateful to have short legs in my life. Since my strides aren’t as long as Bruna’s, I’m forced to walk several steps behind her and I’m able to avoid the embarrassment of walking into the party with a woman who lacks in class and sophistication.
    It doesn’t take long for me to lose sight of the bitch. She melts into the crowd and I’m left standing at the entrance of the room. Thank God. I quickly scour around, eager to spot him. At first, I think he might not have arrived, but when a tall man steps aside, I notice a mob of reporters and camera people surrounding Max. It sucks being so short in circumstances like these. I could have easily missed him. I take a step forward to make my way to the back of the room to meet the gorgeous man of my dreams, but Giovanna shouts my name so loudly, it stops me in my tracks.
    “Candy, you look smashing, darling.” I barely have time to turn around before she has me locked in a bear hug. “I love the jade color of the flowy skirt and the matching colored print against white at the bodice is simply adorable,” she says, pulling away from me to take a better look at my outfit. “And I like how the deep V-neck is low enough to reveal your fabulous boobs, but not so low it looks trashy. It’s chic, but flirty. It’s so you,” she concludes. Giovanna’s effervescence is contagious and I forget all about Bruna’s scornful words. Giovanna lowers her eyes and I follow her gaze to my feet. “Oh, I almost forgot. The nude Louboutins are the perfect accent,”
    “You think I look okay? I bumped into Bruna outside the restaurant and she compared my dress to what a conservative nun would wear,” I say, worried.
    “Please don’t tell me you believe anything that comes out of her mouth. Look at her.” Giovanna and I follow