I looked at the bit of paper in front of me, pleased with the finished results. I smiled to myself as I read through the article I had managed to get published in Mode magazine. It was very last minute to get it in but I managed with some help from Daniel.
It was going to be a hard time the next couple of months, but I had to get through it. I kept smiling as I looked over my article again. Although it was not a long piece, it did what I wanted. It ended my old life.
This is an obituary. It is an obituary for the old Betty Suarez. Rest in Peace as the new Betty Suarez is going to kick some ass and get her man back.
You never fully realise what you have until you have lost it. I cannot believe that I gave everything up. Betty Suarez had a love. Not one of those feelings you get in high school, but proper adult love. Her brain was confused. She gave up everything thinking it was what she wanted but it was not. It never was.
There was only ever one thing that she wanted. That was Giovanni Rossi.
This is not your average article. This is a plea. A plea to the man that I love and who once loved me. I just wanted to let him know that I care and always did.
Betty Suarez will be missed, but the new improved version is going to get what she wants and when she wants it. No one will stop her in her way.
There was a picture of me at the top of the article with my geeky glasses and braces smiling at everyone who would read the article. I cringed when I saw it. My change was full body, physical and mental. I was possessed. I wanted my way and was going to get it. I could not cope being by myself anymore and this was my way of coping.
Smiling I put down the magazine. It had been at least a week since I last spoke to Horta. He was going to get his comeuppance. There was no way he was getting to stop me. I just had to let time run its course. I could not rush this. Gio would wait. I was sure of that. Well, he might have found someone new. If he had I would have to make him want me again. Yes. This was going to be harder than I thought…