Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,67
picture on here, and some of the things that are being said aren’t so nice. I just want you to be prepared for what’s out there.”
“What do you mean? What other pictures are there?”
“These of you at a restaurant. His ex girlfriend is standing at your table and she looks livid.” She shows me the pictures taken during the confrontation with Christina. “People are saying that you’re the reason they broke up. There’s a picture of the two of them at a restaurant earlier in the week where it looks like they’ve gotten back together and then a few days later he’s out with you. People are calling you a home wrecker.”
“Me? They broke up over a year ago, Jacinda. She called him up and asked him out for lunch because she wanted to get an interview from him, which he declined. That’s the extent of their reunion. We were out to dinner with his brother and she just showed up out of nowhere and caused a scene. Whatever they had is over. You know I would never break anyone up.”
“I know that, sweetie,” she says sympathetically. “I just wanted you to know what’s out there.” My phone vibrates to alert me that there’s a phone call before I can respond to Jacinda. I glance down and see that it’s Victor calling. “Is that him?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Answer it.” She sounds like a silly school girl. I giggle at her and answer my phone.
“Hi, Babe,” I say softly.
“Hi, Love.” I can hear in his voice that he’s smiling. “Whatcha doin?”
“I’m sitting in Jacinda’s office. You remember I told you about her?” I look up and Jacinda is beaming at the fact that I’ve spoken to Victor about her.
“The girl who came to the autograph signing?”
“Yes, she just showed me something that’s kind of upsetting.”
“What?”
“There are pictures of you and I at dinner the other night and Christina confronting us. The website makes it seem like I’m some home wrecker that broke the two of you up.”
“Aww, Baby, don’t read that stuff. Please, it will only drive you crazy. They make up stories, and call it news. If it starts to get out of control, I’ll have my publicist release a statement. I don’t want you worrying about the stupid shit that people write about.”
“I’ll try not to read it.”
“That’s my girl. I’ll let you get back to work. Call me later?”
“Alright, Baby.” He disconnects. I lift my head to see Jacinda grinning at me.
“Oh wow. You guys are so cute.”
I giggle. “Can I go back to work now?”
“Sure. Wanna grab lunch later?”
“Sounds good,” I say as I leave her office. It was strange to see myself on those websites with Victor. Not because we didn’t look good together but because he’s a celebrity. If I’m being honest about it, he’s so out of my league and yet I managed to get him. Can I really deal with people taking our picture all the time? Then again, we’ve spent every weekend together for weeks and it only happened when we were in New York. I remember him telling me that the beauty of singing Latin music for him is that he still gets to lead a normal life. I decide that it doesn’t really matter whether my pictures end up on a blog on some random Internet site. It doesn’t change how I feel about Victor and I’m just not willing to give him up.
The next several weeks pass by in a blur. Most of my free time is spent with Victor, either at his penthouse in New York, or at my house. We’ve spent every weekend together, enjoying the beach, catching movies, going out to dinners and making love. We’ve become a real couple. This is the first normal relationship that I’ve ever had. Victor has managed to form bonds with everyone that is important in my life. I love knowing that my family and friends approve of my boyfriend and I don’t have to sneak around behind their backs or alienate myself from them. My relationships with his family remains complicated. Alex has become like an older brother to me, his mother on the other hand is still against our relationship. Victor has finished working on his new album and is debuting the first single so he is doing a string of promotional interviews on a few Spanish language television shows based in Miami. He’s been gone for three days. I couldn’t take much time off of work but I promised