The Princess of France Page #2

complicated everything.

Victor returned

and called everyone to get together again.

He wanted us back in the play

that had brought us

together in the first place.

With Victor in town,

I decided to hide myself for some days

of quiet thinking.

Where are you?

No, I can't talk now.

No, no. Don't come now.

Yes, I want to see you too

but I'm with Jimena.

She'll tell everybody.

Do you want Paula to know?

Come, but I won't pay

much attention to you.

I don't know. Make something up.

I don't know, something like that.

But don't be all happy,

or she'll find out.

I thought you'd arrive next week.

I came early.

- Have you seen Natalia lately?

- No.

I moved up my ticket for her.

To surprise her

but she didn't want to meet me.

You don't know this, but we've been

writing to each other since I left.

Lately, I've been talking

more with her than with Paula.

Natalia told me that Paula

is seeing someone else.

As she told me this,

I drifted more and more towards her.

And what about Paula?

I don't know. Just before my arrival,

she told me she had to go

on a trip somewhere.

- Suspicious.

- Tell me about it.

Any idea who she could be seeing?

No.

Natalia was to help me with that.

Nothing seems to be working out for you.

Maybe not. But I thought it would be best

not to wait any longer,

move up my trip, surprise Natalia,

and resolve everything with Paula.

Sounds good, not to give up

the possibility of change.

Being here will clear up

everything somehow.

I'll continue my life

abroad with one of them.

Or with none?

And all this happened today?

I've been wandering around for hours.

You look pretty.

You'll call her later on to meet her.

What a pity.

I need to distract myself.

How are you doing, girls?

"How are we doing?"

Yeah, I don't know. Tell me something.

We have to catch up. What are you up to?

I'm doing fine.

I came to see Ana

and I'm making a small catalogue.

And what else?

What else, what?

Your life or Ana's.

Just tell me something.

I'm doing two plays. One with Ana.

I'm still with Guillermo, always so-so.

I'm thinking about moving out soon,

not with him.

I swim for my back, and I'm doing better.

I'm talking to mother again,

and my father's still dead.

Same here. Mine's dead, too.

Yes, I remember.

Are you feeling any better?

So-so.

Sometimes I get really upset.

It was too much.

But now it's getting better.

I sold his house, paid his debts,

I'm in charge of his theater.

I still have two or three things

to do there. It's okay.

And what about you?

It's been a year since we last talked.

Yeah, sort of.

I don't know. Many things happened.

- I see, you're pregnant.

- Yes.

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