Kiss me
Deborah
I am going to visit my best friend, um, this girl has everything going for her: beauty, success, and wealth, especially wealth. This girl is as rich as Croesus. I would say rather her father. Oh that man, I get wet just thinking about him. He is so handsome! And his money adds even more to his beauty. What have I not done to get him to look at me? But nothing, nada! It’s as if I don’t exist. I keep throwing glances at him, but nothing, still nothing. I do everything to make him notice my beauty, to show him how beautiful I am. Why doesn’t he see me? Why doesn’t he notice how madly in love I am with him? Are you blind? But look at me for goodness' sake! It’s true that you are a bit ol