3- Ex girlfriend birthday party

I'm sorry to put you through all of this - Charlie says, shrugging his shoulders - I never thought you would have the guts to come and see her.

Don't worry, she has no right to say that you ruined it, Beatriz knows very well what she did.

Beatriz was always self-destructive by causing me and my family to fight. She made me miss my grandfather's birthday because she didn't want to travel to Sydney that weekend, and now she pretends that we are ruining her night. Clearly, I won't fall into her manipulation games again.

None of us will fall into Beatrice's games again - Ivy says, wearing a long dress with a slit on her leg, the olive green silk fabric fits perfectly on her breasts and legs.

Now these fights are tearing apart our friendship - Charlie says - Dan doesn't respond to my messages. He thinks I chose you.

It's not a fight - Franco says - You can be friends with Dan, or anyone you want, I won't condemn you for that.

I would rather not. I like my friends to have a sense of loyalty.

And for that reason, I believe that Beatrice no longer belongs in our circle of friends - Ivy says, looking directly at Franco, then placing a hand on her chest, moving closer to him. Franco looks at her, and his eyes shine like an animal hunting its prey.

If you're ready to see what I want to show you… you'll experience a new sense of loyalty… more intimate - Ivy whispers.

Then we should leave this party right now - Franco says.

That sounds great. But unfortunately, we're running out of time, she's coming for you… stay sexy - Ivy whispers to Franco as he leans in towards her lips to listen to her whisper in his ear. Then Franco turns around, and Beatriz looks at him defiantly.

— I don't know what you're going to do," Beatrice says. "Especially with her, who claimed to be my friend and didn't even wait one night to jump on you.

I'll wait downstairs," Ivy says, looking at Franco. She walks past Beatrice, ignoring her, and heads to the elevator. — She's finally gone. This is the last thing that should happen between us. If you want to end our relationship with a revenge and see who hurts the other more… fine… I wish you luck. Franco stares at Beatrice. — Beatrice, I don't want to waste my energy on destroying you. You can stroll around the suburbs and the poorest neighborhoods of Caracas with Dan if that's what you want… — You're so arrogant. — I'm not, but we both know that Dan lives in 23 de Enero and you're a girl from East Caracas who lives in a mansion in Las Mercedes. I won't stay and watch as you punish yourself by trying to have a serious and stable romance with Dan, and then blame me for your unhappiness. — I won't meddle in your private affairs, I'm not interested," Franco says. — Maybe a humble and simple guy like him, uneducated and not well-versed in social protocols and etiquettes, can give me more companionship and support than you ever did," Beatrice says, looking angrily at Franco, but despite speaking disdainfully, her eyes are filled with tears. — Being your girlfriend was one of the toughest and most painful tasks related to the world of emotions. The maternal and sensitive part of me was constantly annihilated by your terrible and severe treatment. — I always tried to be a better man for you, to leave behind my troubled childhood and give you a relationship filled with maturity, genuine moments," Franco says, and as he speaks, it seems like he caresses each word with his deep and slow voice. — Love," Franco adds finally. — You were malicious, and you continue to be tonight. You wanted to subject me to your self-control. You were austere, serious, spartan in each of my parties and social outings. — If I didn't smile for the cameras next to you, it's because I've never done it in my life. But with you, the sense of duty to remain in the shadows, being somber and distant, was transformed by your presence. I knew it was important to you for me to show my devotion. But I didn't do it to the point of humiliating myself, as you wished to do, as you do with everyone around you. — You never took real responsibility for me. Being my man somehow enslaved you," Beatrice inquired. — Beatrice, I am prudent and cautious, an entrepreneurial man since an early age. Investing my love in you would have been a bad choice, and tonight you have shown it to me. Few things catch me by surprise, and that practical sense you criticize so much makes the harsh reality of my girlfriend cheating on me with my best friend prevail over the dreams and fantasies that you may have wanted to build with me. — Don't try to make me feel guilty for suffocating the world of your dishonest feelings. I feel relieved to do it, as I should have never trusted in your love. Franco stares at Beatrice with fiery eyes and approaches her so closely that they are just centimeters apart. She makes an effort to raise her gaze and look at him, while secretly wishing that Franco would passionately kiss her at that moment, but she knows that she has lost him forever.

Now if you excuse me, a beautiful girl, Ivy, is waiting for me in the lobby to continue your birthday party at my apartment. Franco leans in and kisses Beatriz's cheek.

Happy Birthday - He whispers, turns around, and walks towards the elevator, disappearing from the party. Beatriz lets out a tear as the guests dance, smile, and talk around her. Calvin Harris' song "Feel So Close" plays and the party guests start calling Beatriz to join them in dancing. She wipes her tears and with a superficial smile, joins her guests, while noticing that her best friend Charlie has left, Dan didn't come to her party, and Franco has left with Ivy, who is no longer her friend. Beatriz's parents are traveling and among all her guests, she only finds a sea of unfamiliar faces. Tears start coming out of her eyes, which are mistaken for tears of happiness as she continues dancing and smiling. Franco enters the lobby of the building where Beatriz lives, in the penthouse on the top floor. And there he finds Ivy, sitting in front of the elevator doors on a red couch.

Listen - Franco says - I can take you home if you want. But I plan to catch an early morning flight tomorrow and I need to pack.

Perfect - Ivy whispers seductively - We can make the most of the night. Take me to your apartment and then I'll take a taxi so you can pack. She tiptoes and tries to kiss Franco on the lips, but he is very tall and he lifts his face, so she ends up kissing his chin.

I would love to, princess, but not tonight.

I'll call you when I come back, alright? Ivy, with her big, brown eyes and delicate and subtle face, looks at him confused.

Please, call a taxi for the lady and make sure she gets home safely - Franco tells the receptionist, handing him a $50 bill. Then he takes the elevator and presses the button for the parking lot. He looks at Ivy one last time as the elevator doors close.