“I forgive you,” he said finally. But that doesn't erase the lesson.
Two days later, Gabriela left the small apartment she had rented and began packing her things. The experiment was over. Her mother called her that same morning.
“Come home, my love,” Margarita said on the phone. You have already learned what you needed to learn.
What was born from that night did not stay alone in Paris... and there was still much to learn.
Part 2...
Before he finished saving the last sweater, they knocked on the door.
It was Ximena.
No makeup. No impossible heels. Without that armor of perfection that he always used.
She looked more human than Gabriela had ever seen her.
“I’m here to say goodbye well,” Ximena said. And to thank you.
Gabriela arched an eyebrow.
“Thank you?”
For not destroying me when you could do it. To show me what I am and what I have been with other people. I've been thinking about how I treat everybody for two days. To the women who cleanse, the drivers, the receptionists, anyone I considered below me. And I don't like the person I see.
Gabriela listened to her in silence.
“I want to change,” Ximena added, with a fragile voice. I don't know if I know how. But I want to do it.
Gabriela smiled slightly.
That’s already a start.
He returned to Paris the following week. Margarita received her at the airport in tears, hugs and a laugh in wonder when she saw the viral videos of the entrance to the gala.
“My daughter, you looked like an earthquake wrapped in silk.
Gabriela laughed.
But what was really important was not the scandal.
That's what was born after.
From that experience came an idea that did not release it anymore. He locked himself in with the creative team of the Villaseñor house and began to design a new collection. Not for princesses or celebrities. Not just for rich women who went gala in gala.
He called it Invisibles.
