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My first love

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They say that, of all the loves and passions we have during our lives, the most unforgettable of all will always be our first love. That person introduced us to the chill in our stomachs, to the wonderful sensation of feeling that we have the world with just a smile, a touch. With them, most of the time, we also learn to venture into the burning flames of passion. We don't just know love, we also learn how to make it. At the height of her adolescence, Mary is about to experience love in a way she has never experienced before. To make this phase even more remarkable, the brunette didn't feel her heart beat more strongly for boys her age or who were a little older, but for her father's younger brother, one who was sixteen years older than her. Forbidden love is certainly one of our favorite clichés; it's just that living it is so painful and intense at the same time. Mary and William, however, didn't know that. Of the experience of love, the girl had only known the things she had read in her book, while the man had been hurt on another occasion by the same feeling. Neither of them expected to feel this way so soon, let alone for each other. But that's what they say, isn't it? We want what we can't have!

Chapter 01


I run my hands over the boxes in my room, making sure that the most important one of all is properly closed. God forbid my books should fall over, end up crumpled, or have a crease in one of their pages, even worse if it's the cover. My heart aches just imagining one of these scenes of torture.

All right, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little bit. As Mom loves to point out, sometimes I can be extremely careful with books. In my defense, I'm extremely passionate about literature, about the different worlds I get to know through reading. I've been to different countries with my parents, but this is different.

When I read, I experience a new love story, meet new people, and, sometimes, a new world. I can't explain it, but this whole universe is already part of me with such intensity that I can no longer see myself without my books, without the teachings and the whirlwind of emotions they bring me. It may seem strange for a girl my age to be saying this, but I'm not like everyone else and, to be honest, I love it.

I hate the idea that everyone should be the same, especially in the way they think. Or that concept of only hanging out with people who are similar to me in some way. The fun is exactly in meeting different people, learning a bit about their reality and teaching them a bit about mine. An exchange of information, life stories and laughter. I think that's why, among all the clichés I love, one of my favorites is "opposites attract". 

I took a deep breath, looking around my room with a new feeling in my chest. It's been years living in this house, having this place as a home, and now we're moving. Of course, everything will remain the same, all the things in their proper place, after all, this is only going to stop being our main residence and become one for the road. Even so, a new feeling has taken hold of my chest. A little fear mixed with anxiety about what my life is going to be like from now on. 

For many, I may be making a storm in a teacup, after all, who wouldn't want to move to Hollywood? But it's not that easy to change schools in the middle of the school year, especially when you're in your last year of high school. Shit, I'm going to be the new girl who doesn't know anyone!

"My daughter." Mom, affectionate as ever, calls out to me.

I took a deep breath, feeling his arms go around my shoulders, bringing me into a tight, loving embrace. I'm home now, wherever I am with my beloved family, I'll be home. 

"Mom." I laid my head on her shoulder, feeling her hand in my hair, giving me a delicious pet, just the way I love.

"Ready, my princess?" he asked.

"I'm a little scared, I confess. But I'm anxious, I want to find out what's going to happen in this new adventure." I was as honest as I could be.

One thing my parents always taught me was sincerity, to be as honest as possible with them. I've never lied to any of them, I don't think I could do that, even if I tried really hard. They know a lot about me, from my first crush to my first kiss. Even though it made my father very angry, after all, his little princess had kissed someone on the mouth and no father is ready for that. 

I wonder what his reaction will be when things stop being kisses and a few silly hands. I haven't made it to the end yet, even though some flirts insist on it a lot. I think the fact that I'm a born romantic has made me raise my standards. I'm not going to give in to just anyone, allow someone to touch me more intensely, someone I'm completely sure will throw me away after a short period of time. 

I want a romance from my books, a cliché to call my own. I want to give myself to the person who makes my heart soar, butterflies fly through my belly and a silly smile appear every time our gazes meet. I'm giving myself up for love, not because I've been driven by desire. 

"I promise it'll be fun, you'll like it..."

"The big stars are there." I continued to speak along with her, finishing the sentence that my mother had repeated the most over the last few days. 

Because of my love of books, my mother believes that I will love being there because of the cinematography. Hollywood is home to the greatest films, those that were often inspired by books. But let's face it, the movies always end up spoiling the much better books.

"Do I say that all the time?" He smiled awkwardly.

"Hmm." I looked up, as if thinking, biting the lower corner of my lip.

I stopped my gestures and looked directly into his eyes, earning a beautiful smile in response.

"I just want to make sure you're all right, that you're going to enjoy it." She replied calmly.

"Don't worry, Mom. It might be a bit complicated at first, but I'll be able to adapt quickly and make it my home." Smiling sideways.

I love challenges, getting out of the monotony and trying to discover the new little by little. Of course it's good to stay in your comfort zone for a while, but it can also be very interesting to explore and venture into what you don't know. 

"And I'm going to do everything in my power to help you on this mission." She said confidently, sure of herself.

"I love you." I stood on tiptoe and kissed her forehead. Our gesture of love and affection has now become customary.

"I love you too, reason for my living."

"I love you too, reason for my living."

I let out one of the biggest smiles I could manage, feeling that delicious warmth in my belly. There's nothing better than that, receiving a caring, loving look from the most important people in my life. My parents raised me, they're the most important thing I've ever had in my life and receiving this kind of affection from them is like a warm hug or the world in my hands. It doesn't matter how, it all ends up being the same, because the happiness and fulfillment they bring me are similar.

"Shall we go? Your father's waiting for us downstairs, we need to catch a plane." He spoke in his usual good-natured tone, drawing a smile from me.

I nodded and walked over to my neutral-colored suitcase. I put in my backpack with my Ipad, my iPhone, my headset, a few things I need and, of course, my beloved book.

"The rest we can leave here, right?" I asked, nodding in agreement.

"Just take what you'll need in three days, by then they'll have taken our most important things." My mother nodded, watching me as calmly as possible.

"Will I be able to buy more there?" I held on tightly to the handle of my suitcase, staring at it with my little eyes shining like someone asking for something very important.

I can't deny that I do have a bit of a bitchy side, so to speak, which always comes out. I was brought up in the upmarket part of California and, as an only child, I've always had everything I wanted, when I wanted it. I have to confess that I love the life I have, the luxury that my parents' surname affords me, as do they. We're a high-society family, and even though some people don't like it, many of us know and love them.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the mall, if you like." He nodded, drawing a smile from me.

"I'll put together a list of the things I need, I can't forget anything." I said firmly, pulling out my suitcase.

"As if you didn't go to the mall almost every week." My mother mocked me, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. We started walking together towards the stairs.

"And you didn't accompany me all those times?" I asked rhetorically, seeing a sly smile on my mother's face.

It's already part of our routine, every week we have one of those moments, as she likes to point out, of mother and daughter. There we tell each other all our secrets, strengthen our bonds. We laugh at our antics, or at the things that happen around us. These are simple, genuine moments, but they mean so much. It doesn't always have to be shopping, any moment we have, just ours, is special. 

"Now you've left me with no arguments, you can't do that to your mother." He defended himself.

"Is there a law that forbids me?" I asked with a smile, seeing my mother roll her eyes when, once again, I left her without an argument. I'm an expert at doing that.

"I thought I was going to have to climb up and pull you by the hand. Any longer and we'll miss our flight." Dad, with his usual drama, said as soon as we stopped at the foot of the stairs. 

"Darling." My mother, graceful as ever, called out to him in her soft voice and slowly walked over to him, planting a simple kiss on his lips as soon as they met. "Don't be dramatic, our princess was saying goodbye to her room."

I smiled as I looked at them both, feeling something so good in my heart. My parents have a marriage worthy of books, filled with complicity, love and a lot of companionship. They are my greatest example, my greatest mirror. I'll never accept someone who doesn't treat me the way Dad treats Mom, or that their gaze doesn't shine as brightly as the brunette's every time she sees him.

"Besides, Dad, I'm sure that plane won't take off until we're on it." I pointed out wisely, leaving my suitcase at the foot of the stairs and going down with just my backpack.

It didn't take long for our butler to come to us, pick up my suitcase and take it to the car. Before he disappeared from my sight, I made a point of thanking him for his service. This is something my parents always taught me and I'm proud to put it into practice. I need to be grateful for what people do for me, even if it's something simple. They say that the most beautiful things are in their simplicity. Is that right?

"How can you be so sure, my love?" His arms lovingly circled my shoulders, embracing me in a tender way. I smiled widely at his gesture of affection, feeling the delicate kiss on my forehead.

"I don't know, maybe because it's our jet and it's just waiting for us to be there?" I said in a questioning tone, all the while allowing the tone of debauchery to be clear in my speech.

Let's face it, no matter how haughty it sounds, I'm not wrong. Thank God our financial situation allows us to do this, so why not take advantage of it?

"Clever." She smiled. "Still, your uncle is expecting us for lunch, we can't do anything wrong."

When my dear Uncle William heard that we were moving to Hollywood, he offered to host us at his house with a delicious lunch. As the house we'll be staying in isn't fully furnished or finished with the renovations, we'll be staying with my uncle for a while. It probably won't be for long.

When I was little, around the age of nine, I lived at his house. As he was my father's youngest brother, and the only one, we were always with him. I remember my aunt, Megan, my uncle's wife, at that time she was alive and the best aunt a child could want. I was young when she died, around ten years old, but I still suffered a lot when she left.

It was the last time I saw my dear uncle, he was devastated at losing the love of his life. I don't know how he is at the moment, but I really hope he's over it and even given himself over to a new love. I've always admired him for the man he is, he deserves all the best.

"I'm looking forward to seeing my dear uncle." I let out a mischievous smile.

"I am too." He kissed my hair and started walking with me out of the house.

Before I got into the car, I took one more look at my beloved house. I'm going to miss calling this place home, but I know I'll get used to the new.

"Are you taking your clothes to change on the plane?" My mother asked as soon as we got into the car.

I looked at my chosen outfit, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. I grabbed a pair of black sweatpants, a black cropped top and my usual all-stars. We're taking a plane, I didn't get all dressed up for this, I just wanted to be comfortable.

"Why? We're just moving." I tried to argue.

"My love, you know the media loves to follow us, they're probably already waiting for us. Even though you look beautiful like this, you don't want to be on the front pages all sloppy." My mother argued, looking at me lovingly.

"Well, here's the difficult thing about being who we are. Sometimes I just want to exercise my right to be ugly, to go out without worrying about press harassment or anything like that, to be myself. Although wearing designer clothes and always looking great is lovely, the demands that come with it are not so glamorous. 

"There are clothes in my suitcase, I can put together a nice outfit." I explained and my mother agreed.

Yeah, we're moving to another state, but it looks like a lot of things are going to stay the same. I don't know what things will be like from now on, if anything will change or stay the same. Still, I'm looking forward to finding out and embarking on this new adventure. Who knows, maybe in Hollywood I'll get the chance to live out my romance from the books!

Chapter 2


"In most books, we realize that the starting point of a great love story is a big change. Well, perhaps that's because when we change something in our routine, in our life, we have a small moment of fragility and there, the one who will be our great love ends up being our refuge and that ends up being the first step towards love. 

The first step is trust, of course. Before we give our hearts to someone, we first need to trust them to the point of giving them our dreams, desires and even our fears. We give everything, without fear, because for that love, we give even our lives, so much trust in that person.

Well, although I'm not vulnerable, I'm moving. I'm moving house, leaving my hometown to live in the center of great films. Are you going to say that a Hollywood movie doesn't earn your respect just because of where it was produced? Well, I know I'll try to keep up with every release. A promise from a big r


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