How To Disappear - KiVi [Engl.]

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Omar sits on Chiara's couch with his hands folded, trying to look anywhere but at the girl in front of him with her head in her hands. She'd been this way since they arrived at her home – quiet, unresponsive.

"You don't have to, you know," Omar says lightly, trying to keep his voice low enough not to startle Chiara, "You can... you can stop telling the story now if you'd be more comfortable."

"No," Chiara says hoarsely and looks up, tears ready to spill from her red eyes, "I'll tell you. I... I have to tell someone."

Omar nods and leans back against the couch slightly, "Okay."

Chiara takes in a shaky breath and composes herself as best as she can.

"It happened on a Friday."

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"Shit," Chiara curses, crawling across her bedroom floor on all fours.

Violeta peaks out of the bathroom and raises an eyebrow at the scene, "have you lost something?"

"My Menorca necklace," Chiara grumbles in response, beginning to shove the top half of her body under the bed, "remind me why we're doing this again?"

"Because we care about Juantin, and, you know, for charity."

Charity truly was the purpose of the event – Juanjo and Martin – who were contestants at Operación Triunfo as well - had organized a party at a club in Madrid for the kickoff of a new campaign they were launching. It wasn't anything that big – just a bunch of Juanjo and Martin's friends and some other contestants.

"Can't we just call in sick?" Chiara groans as she rises back to her feet, giving up on looking for her necklace.

Violeta smiles and wraps her arms around Chiara's waist, "we can't call in sick for charity, Kiki."

"Maybe you can't."

"Come on, it'll be fun," Violeta laughs, pressing her lips to Chiara's own, "I promise."