It was barely dawn when Amaranta got up in silence. Since Madame Sáenz had so kindly offered them a place to stay, she could not repay her kindness by sleeping until Madame arrived at the bookstore and found her still sleeping peacefully.
Once out of bed, Amaranta began to silently clean the bookcase, making as little noise as possible. He used water to clean the shelves and every inch of the floorboards, paying attention to every detail, until every inch of the store shined, it was hard work, but very comforting to know that he was thanking everyone in this way. Madame Sáenz for her kindness to her and her grandmother Mary.
Getting up shortly after Amaranta, her grandmother helped water the flowering plants outside the store and swept up the fallen leaves at the entrance.
When Madame Sáenz arrived, she was greeted with a picture of brilliant order. Her bookcase was clean, free of dust and straw, like she had not seen in a long time. —"Madam, she has been working too hard."
The grandmother replied softly: "Not at all. If you had not welcomed us kindly, my granddaughter and I would have had to sleep on the streets…"
Madame Sáenz and Grandma Mary entered the store. Amaranta, fresh out of the shower, was wearing a white dress printed with small blue flowers. With her bright golden hair in two long braids, she looked exceptionally charming, like a little fairy from the fields of ancient Russian stories- "Grandma, wait for me here, I'll buy you breakfast."
Dressed in her signature caftan, Madame Saenz said, "I brought you some breakfast. Just eat these for now, since you don't have much time to spare." She gave him a bag of buns and a couple glasses of coffee.
Amaranta thanked him repeatedly.
After she and her grandmother had breakfast, Amaranta left the store with her simple, somewhat worn backpack.
Seeing Amaranta's energetic figure walking away, Madame Sáenz suddenly had a thought, a feeling that perhaps this was her, the girl he had been waiting for a long time, she was perfect from his point of view, if it is she, whom he has been waiting all these years.
It was as if the character she had created with her pen had come to life and stepped out of the book. She took on a life of her own in the body of Amaranta Cid. It was her. She had finally found her.
She had found the female lead who could play the role in that particular film. The person in her imagination had come to life.
Without a suitable person to play it, I would prefer not to film the film at all, as the creator of that work, I preferred that it not see the light of day, if they did not follow the perfect woman for their main character, not everyone could represent that girl from their memories .
When Amaranta arrived at the academy, there was already a large crowd of people milling around the entrance doors. The crowd consisted of applicants coming for interviews and some of their parents.
With great difficulty, Amaranta made her way through the crowd and passed the entrance doors to the academy. He then went to join the line at the recruiting office to get an evaluation pass.
The other girls waiting in line were of different shapes and sizes, and they were all dressed in designer clothes. On the other hand, standing in the middle of these beautifully made-up, elegantly dressed girls, Amaranta Cid was seen without a trace of makeup on her face, she was like a breath of fresh air, her skin was clean, beautiful by nature, without imperfections, showing that beautiful look that left many speechless, not to mention those pink heart shaped lips.
Having obtained hers, Amaranta left the registrar's office, followed the instructions on the classroom signs for the interview, and waited outside for her name to be called.
Amaranta sat on the bench outside the classroom and waited for her turn. She had just sat down when a girl who had been sitting there stood up, a look of revulsion and thinly concealed contempt on her face.
Amaranta looked at her and decided that it would be really amazing if she passed the first interview in that outfit. She knew that she couldn't compare herself to any of the girls who were in that place, who were wearing the best clothing brands on the market.
Amaranta had never included herself in experimenting with this unconventional fashion, of wearing extreme colors in her hair, wearing earrings on her face or on her abdomen, wearing too much makeup, but the girl who took the place of the woman who despised her was someone Very particular, not even at the height of her youthful rebellion, did she dare to show herself like she did right now.
Maybe it was because this girl and Amaranta were dressed relatively "extravagantly" that the other people around her didn't seem ready.
a lot of attention to the unconventional girl.
He took a look at her old-fashioned dress, and the white sneakers that have been washed umpteen times, the girl who had more than 4 different colors in her hair, several earrings in her eyebrows, lips, nose, and two in her navel and spoke delicately. : "Hey, did you come from a farm? In your town, are you like the queen of the town?"
Farm?
Queen of the people?
At the girl's questions, Amaranta raised her head and smiled sweetly and asked, "What is a queen of the people?" She asked, "No."
"She's like, the prettiest girl in town, you know? Since you're here to apply for admission to the film academy, shouldn't you have bought some new clothes? Just look at you, dressed in such old-fashioned and worn-out clothes. Definitely not!" You will pass the first interview!"
Having said her piece, the girl took out a small mirror from her bag and looked at it, carefully checking her appearance.
Shortly after, the girl, while continuing to admire herself in the mirror, murmured to herself: "I thank my parents for giving me such a pretty face, they are so beautiful, it is impossible for me not to pass the first interview."
Hearing that, Amaranta really felt like laughing, but instead she just closed her eyes and waited silently for her turn.
After some time, a Professor came out of the classroom and read the numbers of the next applicants. "No." No. 99, No. 100. Please come in."
No. 99: that was the number of passes by Amaranta Cid.
Holding hers, Amaranta entered the classroom, while No. 100 followed him and also passed into the classroom.
At that moment, Amaranta looked at number 100, who was right behind her, and froze in shock.
She… Isn't she ANA SANTAMARINA?
She. Why was she applying to the film academy?
Ana Santamarina was wearing a long white dress, and her hair was loose and cascading down to her small waist. Her small face was lightly made up to skillfully highlight the most attractive features of her face.
"No. 100, come here and do your makeup. No. 99, start preparing for your performance."
Amaranta took a long, deep breath. Meeting her archenemy so unexpectedly at this time, affected, without a doubt, her mood changed a little.
At first, all Amaranta wanted was to use the interview at the Capital City Film Academy as an excuse to send her grandmother for a medical checkup at the Main Hospital. But now, seeing Ana Santamarina here, all the wounds and damage that she had suffered in her past life once again flooded into her heart.
The feeling of injustice, hatred, anger, and despair instantly took control of all his senses.
(Amaranta Cid's Moment to Act)
Amaranta Cid came out, her face radiant with happiness, she was happy, her face radiant, her eyes bright, her smile beautiful. He could see his car in the distance, surrounded by a large group of people.
Very quickly, he made his way through the crowd of onlookers and saw some emergency services personnel in the distance, preparing to force open the car window.
Amaranta approached them and asked, "Excuse me, what is going on here?" — Change your attitude immediately
When the car door was forced open, she could see the face of a child, that child was her son, her little Álvaro.
Shocked to the core, Amaranta's legs gave out, and she immediately fell to the ground. Reaching out, she touched the boy's hot, scorching skin and was so traumatized that she shook uncontrollably. Her lips moved, but she couldn't make a single sound.
Her eyes became hollows of terrifying emptiness.
The little Amaranta sketch was a solo act.
However, she effectively presented the many facets of the scene, giving it exceptional dimension and depth, demonstrating a true gift for acting.
The emotions of happiness, confusion, fear, horror, and hopelessness were portrayed through her subtle facial expressions.
The three Judges were instantly drawn to the scene, even though there was no other person performing in front of Amaranta Cid. From the minute details of facial expressions and body language, the Judges were able to discern the context of the brief scene. They immediately understood Amaranta's performance, her sense of perception of human emotions was incredible.
"Your Honor, my performance is over."
Amaranta got up from the ground, her face returned to its normal expression.
There was wordless admiration on the faces of the three Admission Judges.
In unison, without hesitation, they made a small red "card" next to Amaranta Cid's name on their respective lists.
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Waiting to the side, Ana Santamarina had completely removed her makeup. Elegantly, holding a valuable violin in her hand, she stepped forward to face the Judges.
«Hello, Honorable Judges. My name is Ana Santamarina, and I am sixteen years old. "I come from the city of Granada, and I am here to play 'The Butterfly Lovers' for you."
Standing in position, Ana Santamarina began to execute the announced piece. She had learned to play the violin from an early age, and she was confident that her performance would impress the judges.
She loved watching Ana's performance. This was not the first time she had seen Ana Santamarina perform.
In her previous life, after her supposed biological father took her back to the Santamarina family, Ana Santamarina always treated her well, introducing her to fashion trends and glamour, in addition to taking her to her concerts and performances, introducing her as her beloved older sister.
Naively, Amaranta believed that Ana was a good younger sister.
Ironically, it was only when she was on the verge of dying that she realized how much she hated her "good little sister."
She hated Amaranta with such intensity that she wanted her to lose everything she had possessed: reputation, wealth, status, love… Everything.
She hated Amaranta so much that she devised a plan so that her son Álvaro would die in such a horrible way, that she was so heartless that she recorded the child's agony herself, without doing anything to save him from that horrible death.
Amaranta observes Ana Santamarina without appreciation or amazement for her talent. Instead, her eyes exuded calm, just like the tranquil stillness of the sea on a windless day, a tranquil image of gray skies and jade-green water.
Except, in the darkest depths of the ocean, impenetrable even by light, an intense hatred was gradually building up that would cause mass destruction, like a tsunami, when released by Mother Nature.
«Thank you, judges. "My performance is over."
The three judges reviewed Ana Santamarina's details in the documents before them, and the one sitting in the middle asked: "Miss Santamarina, her violin playing is of a professional standard. She must have started learning to play the violin when you were very young. Why would she want to apply for her admission to the film academy?
It was obvious that Ana Santamarina did not expect the inspectors to ask her that. Smiling sweetly, she responded: «Sir, Ana Sánchez is my idol. "I want to be able to play a character similar to the ones she plays, to be as famous as she is, to get important awards."
«Santamarina, for a professional actor, the national and international popularity that an actor like Ana Sánchez has enjoyed is extremely rare. For a long period of time after starting in this profession, most actors have to be extras in scenes or take on roles such as the maid, the bad guy, or an insignificant scene filler. For someone like you, who plays the violin at such a high level, you could very well follow the path of a professional violinist, you don't have to start as a fill-in actress.
A trace of confusion flashed in Ana Santamarina's eyes. She had assumed that her violin performance would definitely pave the way for her in the future, at the Motion Picture Academy, and make her accepted, as they would see her great talent and beauty. For you."
The three judges looked at each other, communicating with their eyes to each other, and finally excepted the suggestion.
However, because the judges had just experienced Amaranta Cid's exceptional acting skills, which were reminiscent of the teaching manual of professional actors, upon seeing Ana Santamarina's acting skills, they simply seemed stiff and stuffy, paling in comparison to those that Amaranta had previously done.
Amaranta had set the bar high, not only for Ana Santamarina, but for all of this year's hopefuls, so Ana Santamarina's performance naturally did not live up to the judges' expectations.
«That's it, No. 99 and No. 100, you have completed the preliminary interview. In three days, check the notice board at the front door for shortlisted applicants."
Amaranta Cid and Ana Santamarina left the classroom together. Ana looked at Amaranta, who had walked in front of her, her eyes shining with a faint flash of hatred.
When they went down the stairs, Ana pushed Amaranta down the steps.
Amaranta, having already been mentally prepared for this, simply jumped nimbly down the stairs. Saving herself from a resounding fall that would have caused serious injuries if she had not been prepared for this savage act against her.
On the other hand, Ana Santamarina, who had wanted to cause harm, lost a step and fell down the stairs.
Fortunately, with sun
Or three steps, the stairs were not that high, so a fall down the stairs would not cause any serious injury.
"Ouch…"
Ana Santamarina fell beyond the last step.
Standing to one side, Amaranta looked worried as she asked, in a sweet voice: "No. 100, what happened?
«I lost my balance and fell down the stairs. Can you help me please?
Ana looked at Amaranta with tears in her eyes. Without hesitation, Amaranta reached out and helped Ana to her feet.
"Thank you".
Amaranta supported Ana as they walked towards the main door of the film academy.
In the distance, not far from the main door, Amaranta Cid noticed that Óscar Roing was watching Ana Santamarina from the door, whom he was waiting for, when he saw her he wanted to run towards her, but the guards prevented his entry, stopping him at the door .
However, since the security guards refused to let him through, Óscar Roing had to wait until Amaranta Cid helped Ana Santamarina to the door before he could take care of Ana himself.
«Anita, what happened? Are you hurt, does something hurt?! » — As evidenced by the look in his eyes, Óscar Roing was genuinely worried about Ana Santamarina and did not even look at Amaranta.
When Ana saw Óscar, tears began to flow down her cheeks as she screamed: «Óscar Roing, my leg hurts! …»
Concerned, Óscar Roing bent down to inspect Ana Santamarina's injured ankle.
«Ana, I think you have injured your leg. "I'll take you to the hospital!"
"Alright". Ana leaned against Oscar's arm and said, "Oscar, what about her? …»
When Amaranta Cid heard him mentioning her, her self-defense mechanisms were activated, and she looked at Ana Santamarina with suspicion. What was she up to now? Was she planning to blame him for her downfall?
«Was it you who caused the injury? Let me warn you. You better pray that Ana is okay. Otherwise, I will sue you and take you to court!"
Óscar Roing had immediately caught the hint in Ana Santamarina's unfinished sentence, as he could not have done, if they were just like that, two daddy's sons, arrogant, rude and haughty.
At that moment, Amaranta suddenly understood the relationship between Ana and Óscar, how stupid she was in her other life that she didn't notice it, those two always loved each other.
«Look, sir. His girlfriend flipped because she was careless. Since she couldn't walk, I, out of pure kindness, helped her to the door. Despite that, do you want to sue me and take me to court? Do you think that just because I come from a small town that I don't know the law? If I knew that I would run into such poorly educated and ungrateful people, I would leave it lying there.
Tears streaming down Ana Santamarina's pretty face, she pulled Óscar Roing's hand and complained: «Óscar, you're wrong!
In one quick movement, Óscar scooped Ana up into her arms. He gave Amaranta, who was standing to the side, a fleeting glance before lowering his head to comfort Ana with a soft and melodious voice. — «Anita, does it hurt a lot? Don't be scared. "I'm going to take you to the hospital."
All that Oscar Roing cared about at that moment was Ana Santamarina's slightly swollen ankle. He hadn't even realized what kind of person Amaranta Cid was.
After taking a few steps away, he seemed to remember Amaranta and, standing about three meters away from her, he said without emotion: "I'm sorry."
Amaranta's heart sank to the lowest depths.
In her past life, she had always assumed that the reason Oscar Roing treated her so coldly was because she was not good enough for him.
It wasn't until now, after she removed herself from the situation and looked at it from a stranger's perspective, that she finally realized beyond a doubt in her mind that the reason he had treated her like that was not because it wasn't good enough…
It was because he wasn't in love with her.
He had done all those things to her in her past life because he wasn't in love with her, but why did he marry her back then? Her stepmother said that he slept with her, what really happened? Why did he do it in her bed?
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