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you had to sacrifice in another. It was almost ironic how everything in her life turned out the same way. She had the most adorable father, who stood by her side no matter what, but he’d be diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few years ago, and was now in such a bad shape her mother wasn’t sure for how long she could take care of him at home. They had begun searching for a nursing home. She’d been one of the top students and athletes in school, but to the cost of good friends. She’d been pretty and quite popular with boys at school but because she was also independent, she soon got the reputation of being tied up.
     
    Enough dwelling Vanessa , she told herself. She sat down at a café, ordered an espresso, and leaned back in her seat. She would go back to the boat, talk to Alex, and force him to see Brunetti for who really was.
     
    She enjoyed her coffee and tried to shut out all negative thoughts when she overheard a conversation from the table right next to her, where they talking about Alex? She had a hard time understanding, as they spoke in French, but as she leaned towards them she saw they were both looking at a magazine spread one of them was holding up so her friend, and handy enough even Vanessa, could see. She stared at the spread from over the woman's shoulders and although it was in French, she could understand the words Scandal, cocaine, playboy-bunnies, and Alessandro Di Savoy . She leaned forward, she had to get a closer look at this. It had to be quite an old gossip magazine but Vanessa was still curious to see what it said about Alex. One of the women looked over her shoulder and saw Vanessa who by now almost had her face in between the two of them.
     
    “ Pardon ?” One of the women looked at Vanessa.
     
    “Oh, pardon,” Vanessa sat up straight and pretended to look in her purse as she continued to glare under one of the women's arm. Damn! She couldn’t see a thing.
     
    “Excuse me, but what magazine it that you’re reading?”
     
    “You want a look at it? The woman handed her the magazine with a smile. “You can have it.”
     
    “Oh, thanks,” Vanessa eagerly reached for the magazine and began flipping through the pages.
     
    Her jaw dropped and she gasped when she saw the picture of Alex, zoomed in so much you could hardly make out his face from all the pixels, but it was no question that it was him, and it was not an old pic, it was from yesterday. He had the same shirt on he’d had during their dinner and she knew this by the fact that she had been the one carefully ironing it for him in Madam Dupree’s kitchen the night before.
     
    He sat at a table surrounded by girls dressed, or rather non-dressed, in bikini tops all wearing bunny-ears. On another pic, zigzagged in over the other, were a white powder and a golden visa card laying on top of a table. On a third pic the card was zoomed in and the name on the card clearly visible. A. Di Savoy. Vanessa stared at the pictures so hard her eyes began hurting and her nose almost touched the paper. Not until the paper became wet from tears running down her face she tore the paper in half and threw it into her purse.
     
    She walked out from the café on autopilot. Out to the sunny crowded street, one foot in front of the other, just another tourist walking along. Except, she was different, she’d just lost the man of her dreams to a pile of cocaine and a bunch of Lingerie models wearing bunny ears. She couldn’t understand how it had happened. Her mind kept turning it over and over obsessively. Her thought felt like drum beats in her head. Why hadn’t she seen this coming? How could he’d been fooling her so completely? Vanessa wanted to wake up and find it was all a bad dream, it had all happened in a movie. It had happened to someone else. That it was a story she had read in the gossip section and she would feel agog thanking her lucky star it wasn’t her. Nevertheless, it was her. It was all over. Alex and her were over.