Dália's Day
He continues massaging between my buttocks until reaching my vulva. His hands slide over the perineum, and the lips until his fingers reach my clitoris. One hand is responsible for rubbing my clitoris while his fingers explore inside me. I moan with Carlos's movements, which only intensify more and more. My body is all warm, and my temperature seems to rise even higher when I feel my husband thrust his fingers with more force inside me. His movements excite me until my body tenses, my legs tremble, and I reach such an intense climax that I feel like I'm about to faint. Carlos still continues the movements as if he takes pleasure in seeing the spasms of my body. I stay in ecstasy for a while, barely noticing that Carlos is no longer touching me. On the contrary, I can't even see his shadow on the floor. I slowly raise my torso, and all I find is the empty room.
***
After the surprising massage I received, my sister appeared in the living room with a small suitcase in her hands.
"So, did you manage to relax?" Valéria asks, rummaging through the bag.
"You have no idea how much," I reply, wrapping the towel around my body. "I'm already ready to face the next week. Thank you for what you've done..."
"You're welcome. However, the day is not over yet. Carlos made it very clear that today is Dália's Day," my sister says, taking out a dress for me. "Get dressed because we still have a long day ahead. Starting with the next stop."
***
Las Arenas is our next destination. A very tourist shopping mall in Barcelona. It is located in the former Plaza de Toros of Plaça de Espanya, which was transformed into a shopping center after a major renovation. The mall, being built on the grounds of a former bullring, is entirely circular, which sets it apart from most other shopping centers in the city and most Spanish cities. That's where Valéria and I are walking, or rather, I am following my sister since I have no idea what else they've planned for today.
"So, what are we going to do now?" I ask, walking and admiring the stores at the same time.
I can't remember the last time I went shopping. The only memory that comes to my mind is when I was still pregnant with Juan, which shocks me because I can't admit that I never went shopping again after that.
"Ta-da!" my sister says, pointing towards my favorite clothing store. "It's time for you to give your wardrobe a refresh."
We enter the store, and I become like a child in a candy shop. I walk through the racks, analyzing the trendy clothes, and with each piece, I realize that I really need to take some time for myself. I choose several pieces and take them to the fitting room, accompanied by my sister who sits outside, waiting for me to show the clothes. I love all the clothes on my body, but then I stop and think: How am I going to pay for all of this? I step out of the fitting room wearing a long floral dress and look at my sister, saying:
"You know, it's all beautiful, but I don't know how to pay for all this."
"Come on, sis, don't be crazy," Valéria replies, rummaging through her own purse. "Carlos left the card with me and said it's for you to buy whatever you want... So hurry up, we still have many stores to see, and I'm dying to find out the limit of this card."
I take a deep breath and go back to the fitting room with a faint smile. I take off the dress and then grab all the clothes I chose and decide to take them with me.
***
After maxing out the card at Sephora, Natura, Mango, L’Occitane, Desigual, Calvin Klein, Misako, Vialis, and the other eighty stores, we decided to have lunch at Abrassame, a restaurant located on the top floor of the mall with a panoramic view. We sat on the terrace to enjoy the beautiful view of Barcelona even more. I ordered grilled vegetables stuffed with goat cheese and a glass of white wine to accompany it, while my sister had fried brie with sesame jelly and kumquat.
"So... what do you think?" my sister asks after finishing her sparkling water.
"Very good," I reply, thoughtful, looking at the landscape.
"Wow, I expected more than that," my sister comments, leaning forward on the table. "What's wrong?"
"But at what cost? He's being very nice, don't you think?" I ask my sister.
"Or he just wants to win over his wife," Valéria replies, shrugging.
I stare at my sister for a few moments. It seems my family already knows that we are going through a crisis. I hadn't talked to them about anything that happened, let alone that I was one step away from going to Switzerland. Not even with my sister, who watches me as if she's trying to figure me out. For all intents and purposes, I went to Portugal and came back with Carlos from there, at least that's what I thought they believed, until now.
"What did he tell you?" I ask as I watch the waiter serve my wine glass.
"He just said he needed help with a romantic surprise," my sister says, watching me take a sip. "However, it's evident that you two are not okay. Dália, what's going on?"
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