
“Excuse me,” she said, surprised by the softness of her own voice.
Mariana immediately stiffened, rising to her feet and instinctively placing a hand on Joao’s shoulder. Her eyes quickly studied the stranger: the expensive suit, the polished shoes, the authoritative presence. In her neighborhood, men like him rarely brought good news.
“I couldn’t help but overhear,” Augusto continued, feeling strangely uncomfortable for the first time in years. “I know it sounds unusual, but… I was wondering if you might accept an invitation.”
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