It was her way of saying a final goodbye to the man who could no longer bear her independent attitude and her refusal to hide the fact that she was doing better than him. Amalia had been there for the beginning of each of his projects, yet she could never bring herself to see them through next to him, because the woman knew he was no longer able to succeed.
The man who constantly failed was not the one she wanted, the same way as he could not tolerate the woman who constantly competed with him in every respect and kept not only winning, but also thoroughly enjoying her victories over him. For one final afternoon, they could honour each other and their past with the petty honesty they deserved.
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