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"There’s no way I’m getting dressed up for someone who has bought himself a position in a company with money ..."

"But Filippo! Everyone will be there, do it for me, what will people think?"

"Think? What will they think? You work in that supermarket, you’re not obliged to do everything they ask!"

"But what if I want to go?"

"Listen Mysia, I don't want to come, and anyway tomorrow I have to cover a colleague, I’m doing a double shift, if you really want to go you can go by yourself, no problem."

Coversation over.

Television on.

End.

Swallowing tears of anger, and disappointment, I slid into a tub of boiling water.

The background of the news accompanied me, exasperating me, in every room.

I closed the bedroom door behind me, and stood in front of the closet looking for something that I could wear to the dinner.

***

The meeting room was already crowded with colleagues and other people I didn’t know.

The catering service had already set up a

wonderful buffet.

I felt a little calmer: I would spend a lovely evening with Pietro, he would tell me that he liked how I was dressed, that with my hair up I was more fascinating, he would make me feel beautiful for one evening, like Cinderella.