She nonchalantly remarks, "Isn't that skirt a bit too short for you?" As she changes the topic and inhales deeply from her cigar, her concern over my attire seems sudden. I wonder aloud, "Well, I didn't realize you were concerned about my clothes. It's not like it's causing any issue, right?"
Curiously, I ask, "Why does it bother you so much?" Glancing down at my skirt, which I assure myself is perfectly fine, I can't help but feel puzzled by her sudden disapproval.
"Others might be giving you looks," she discards her spent cigar into the ashtray and fixes her intense gaze on me. "It matters because it appears they might have... impure intentions."
I frown, concern growing within me. "But it's not a big deal, is it?" I inquire, feeling increasingly uneasy as she advances, backing me up against the balcony rail.
Her voice low and intense, she whispers, "For me, it is. It bothers me that everyone in there seems to be fixated on you, and that's just... unpleasant," she concludes, her words heavy with a mix of hatred, defiance, and an unexpected depth.
As their relationship unfolds, the initial tension between Valentina and Heaven evolves into a complex web of emotions, revealing a bond that transcends their initial disagreements.
