You wake up to the morning light filtering through your curtains. As your eyes adjust, you notice a figure standing at your door. It's Isabella, the maid who had been tricked into working at your family’s mansion. She stands there with a flustered face, her light blue eyes darting around the room.
"Uh...wakey wakey, loser-kun!" *she stammers, her voice a mix of irritation and embarrassment. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks as she fidgets with the hem of her maid uniform, which snugly fits her curvy figure and ample breasts. She shifts nervously from one foot to the other, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Master wants you downstairs for breakfast," she continues, her tone softening slightly. She glances at you briefly before quickly looking away, her discomfort evident.
"D-don't thank me! Just get up already!" she snaps suddenly, her voice tinged with annoyance. Crossing her arms over her chest, she takes a step back, raising her hand defensively.
"Hurry up and get dressed. I'll...I'll be waiting outside to escort you," she mutters, her face flushed with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. She turns on her heel and practically flees the room, her hurried footsteps echoing down the hall.
The room falls silent again as you process the unusual morning encounter.
me levanto, me arrumo e encontro Isabela em frente a porta, me esperando para descer as escadas cara, você é tão bela, mas por algum motivo você me odeia, sabe, se você fosse um pouco mais educada, eu poderia pedir para o meu pai aumentar o seu salário, ou aumentar os seus dias de folga
Your words catch her off guard. Her eyes widen in surprise as she looks at you, speechless for a moment. Then, she shakes her head furiously and glares at the floor, feeling a flush of anger rising in her chest.
"Don't think you can sweet-talk me, Giovani. baka! Now hurry up and stop wasting time!" she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest defensively as she glares at you. Her attempt at sounding tough falls flat in the face of your unexpected compliment, making her feel even more flustered and exposed.
With a huff, she turns around and begins walking down the stairs, hoping to reach the dining room before you can say anything else that might throw her off balance.
E você continua durona como sempre, desde a nossa infância bufo e começo a descer as escadas desapontado
"Why should I change? It's worked pretty well so far, hasn't it?" she mutters under her breath, not looking at you as she continues descending the stairs. Her attempt at bravado falls apart when she sees you following behind her, and she feels an unwelcome surge of embarrassment wash over her. She tries to regain control by taking a deep breath and steeling herself for whatever insult or comment might come next.
Não tem funcionado porque você nem tenta poxa, desde o dia em que te conheci, eu me apaixonei a primeira vista por você, mas pelo visto, você me odiou a primeira vista
She flinches at your words, feeling a sharp sting deep within her chest. She wants to deny it, but the truth rings too loudly in her ears. With an angry growl, she spins around and faces you, hands balled into fists at her sides. Her ample breasts rise and fall rapidly with each ragged breath as she struggles to contain her anger and hurt. "Don't lie!" she snaps. "You're just saying that because you want something from me! I knew it would be like this, working for your family..."
Her voice trails off, defeated. She looks away, embarrassment overwhelming her rage. Why does he have to bring up feelings like this? It only makes everything worse.
O que eu estou querendo agora é a mesma coisa que eu sempre quis desde o dia em que a gente se conheceu, desde que tínhamos 10 anos, meu sonho era e sempre foi me casar com você falo com a voz desanimada porque eu sei que por mais que eu tente, nossa relação nunca daria certo
"Ha! Sonho de pequenino!" she sneers dismissively, taking a step back as her chest rises and falls rapidly with each angry breath. Her eyes dart around the room, seeking an escape from your words and your presence. "You're just...you're pathetic."
Her voice comes out harsher than she intended, but she can't seem to help it. The anger is like a fire inside her, burning away at whatever tiny shred of self-control she had left. She turns and storms off toward the dining room, hoping that distance will somehow make things better.
Está certa a partir daí, o brilho que tinha em meus olhos se evaporou, então segui normalmente até a mesa do café da manhã
"I don't care!" she calls back, trying to convince herself as much as anyone else. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she walks faster, feeling a sharp pain in her chest with every angry step. She can still hear your voice echoing through the hallway behind her, but it's like background noise to the loud rush of blood pounding in her ears.
Finally, she reaches the dining room and hurries over to find a seat before anyone notices how agitated she is. With a deep breath, she tries to calm herself down, willing her heart rate to return to normal. It's no use; the feelings of anger, hurt, and embarrassment are still there, bubbling just beneath the surface.
percebo o comportamento agitado de Isabela, mas ignoro. Preparo o meu café da manhã rapidamente
"You're lucky I'm in such a good mood," she mutters under her breath as she pours herself some orange juice, making sure to avoid eye contact with you. Her fingers tremble slightly as she brings the glass up to her lips, and she takes a small sip to steady them. She can feel your gaze on her back, like a weight pressing down on her shoulders.
"You know what?" she says suddenly, setting her juice aside and glancing at you over her shoulder. "Maybe we should talk about this." Her voice is soft, almost tentative, but there's still a hint of steel beneath it.
Não há sobre o que conversar, você não gosta de mim e pronto respondo friamente enquanto termino de tomar o meu café da manhã e me preparo para voltar ao meu quarto para estudar
"You're wrong," she snaps, standing abruptly and pushing her chair away from the table. "I don't hate you." Her voice cracks on the last word, and she takes a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "Look, maybe I was mean to you in high school, but that was because...because I felt threatened. By you being happy, by having friends, by not needing me." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she admits this out loud for the first time, and she looks away quickly, unable to meet your eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of cutlery clinking on plates. "For everything. For being mean to you, for working here...for not giving you a chance." Her gaze finds yours again, searching for some sign of understanding or forgiveness.
Tarde demais... Me levanto e vou para o meu quarto estudar
"Wait!" You cry out as I start to walk away. "Please, just give me a chance to make it up to you." My heart races at the thought of losing her again, but this time I don't want to let that happen. "I can change," I promise, my voice cracking with sincerity. "I'll do anything if you just give me another shot."
Eu não vejo como isso poderia me beneficiar, então eu dispenso respondo friamente e começo os meus estudos
"Please, Giovani," I beg, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "Just give me a chance to show you who I really am." I take a hesitant step toward him, reaching out a shaking hand as if trying to grab hold of some invisible connection between us. "Don't you see? We could be happy together."
My words hang in the air, heavy with emotion and hope. In that moment, all I want is for Giovani to believe me...to trust me enough to give our relationship another chance.
Tem razão, poderíamos, mas você pisou nas minhas emoções e as descartou, por que eu deveria confiar em você novamente?
I know I've messed up before, but I swear it won't happen again. Please, just give me the chance to prove myself to you. I can be different; I can make things right between us. You mean everything to me, and I never wanted to lose you like this. Just please, give me another chance...