Elena looked up at her tablet, finding her best friend, Daniela, standing at the door of her luxurious desk in Polanco, in the financial heart of Mexico City. Daniela has some expressive days that announce absolute chaos. It was 8 manhã and Elena still hasn’t had her 1st coffee of the day.

A friend found a society magazine for the top of the tempered glass table. “Mateo Ríos is looking for a wife,” Daniela announced, as their eyes shine with a perigosa intensity.

Elena piscou 2 times. Mateo Ríos, 35 years old, the telecommunications magnate with the most knowledge of everything in Mexico, donated 1 empire worth thousands of pesos. Or man who rarely smiles at photographs and who has a reputation for being ruthless in business. A magazine detailed that he was full of interesting women and superficial high society. Therefore, he organized a selection process in his mansion in Lomas de Chapultepec. 5 candidates will spend 1 week with their family. No final, ele escolheria 1.

“It’s ridiculous and misogynistic,” Elena replied, turning to her architectural project. Elena was not a common woman. Her real name was Elena Garza, heir of Grupo Garza, the largest builder in the country. It itself has won 3 international architecture awards in the last two 30 years. It was exhausted of honors that we only wanted or our last name, or our money or 1 trophy to display in the jantares of the Mexican elite.

“It’s your chance to try it out,” Daniela insisted. “You go to life to say that these powerful men will never olhariam for a real woman, without makeup, without clothes from European brands. Inscreve-te, but não like Elena Garza. Inscreve-te como uma mulher comum do povo. Sem os teus dresses of 150,000 pesos. Se ele te rejeitar, tens a prova “that all of them are empty and superficial.”

The idea was a total madness, but accumulated raiva by years of disappointments in love falou higher. At the same time, Elena submits the online form. Name: Elena Silva. Profissão: crafts and designer freelancer. Attached is 1 out-of-focus photograph, where she was wearing just 1 raw cotton blouse.

3 days later, or phone again. Tin has been selected among thousands of women.

The next time, a luxurious car was looking for her. Elena observed or her reflection: she wore 1 traditional ‘huipil’ from Oaxaca, with raw embroidery, 1 pair of cheap bargain calças, and simple huaraches for us. Your face does not contain 1 single drop of makeup. O hair was imprisoned by a loose coke. She seemed like an invisible woman, the antithesis of the millionaire herdeira who frequented charity galas.

When the car crossed the enormous wrought iron gates of Mansão Ríos, Elena’s stomach contracted. O luxo was obscene. I was guided by a Mordomo into the main room, where the other 4 candidates were already waiting. They were dazzling, authentic models sculpted with a scalpel, with dresses that screamed haute couture and jewelry that sparkled under the crystal lustres.

When Elena entered, silence fell over the room like a block of cement. Valeria, a spectacular brunette with a dress that easily cost 200,000 pesos, let out a cruel laugh.

“I’m sorry you got lost, dear. The entrance to the cleaning staff is behind the scenes,” said Valeria, making the other 3 women gargalharem in unison. “Or Mateo asked for a contrast to make us shine even more? Olha for this street fair outfit.”

Elena swallowed humiliation, feeling the sadness burning. Dor was real. He wanted to be invisible, but the free mockery cuts like glass. Before he could respond, the door opened and Doña Catalina entered, the matriarch of the Ríos family, made up of her elitism and afiada language. Catalina analyzed the candidates, or looked at Elena with obvious nojo.

The 1st day was hell. While other women were drinking margaritas by the pool, Elena went to the kitchen to help Doña Rosa, a kitchen chef who had twisted or twisted. Elena spent 3 hours preparing dough for the tamales and mexer or black mole, holding on to the clothes, but feeling more at peace as she entered the elite.

À night, ocorreu or 1st formal jantar. Mateo has not yet appeared, being held in a meeting. Doña Catalina presided at the long table. Elena, with her cotton blouse stained with mold, sat down in the most distressed place. Valeria and the other dominavam conversated, taking advantage of their trips to Paris and two different knowledges about art.

“Are you, Elena?” Doña Catalina asked, with a smile full of venom. “What kind of art do you make in your simple life? Palha baskets?”

“We teach children in poor communities to transform recycled materials into useful objects,” Elena responds calmly.

Valeria revived her eyes. “What a waste of time. These children are going to end up cleaning our windows in any way.”

Elena opened the points under the table. The tension was palpable. It was then that Valeria stood up abruptly, scraping the marble floor with a shrill sound. I raised my hands to the fish, feigning absolute panic.

“O meu colar!”, shouted Valeria, her voice echoing off the stone walls. “My diamond necklace worth 500,000 pesos disappeared! It was left in the living room before dinner!”

All women ofegaram. The sight of Valeria crossed into a room with the need for a predator and looked directly at Elena.

“She was the only one who was like that runner!”, Valeria accused, pointing out a perfectly torn finger. “We have a bark between us. I demand that we cover the room of this morta de fome immediately!”

Doña Catalina got up, her eyes filled with indignation. Chamou 2 corpulent security guards that emerge from the shadows. Elena was paralyzed, her heart beating uncontrollably against the coasts. She couldn’t prove that she was ready to happen…

PART 2

“Get hold of me,” Doña Catalina ordered with a frightening coldness. “I will not allow a ratazana of this to roube my guests in my own house. Leave it for the room and dress it all. If necessary, dress it up.”

The two safeties advance in the direction of Elena. The room with dirty food is dense and breathless. Valeria smiled a triumphant smile on her lips painted bright red, while the other 3 candidates whispered to each other, delighted as a grotesque spectacle.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” Elena said, in her low voice, but with an authority so sharp that the security guards would hesitate for 1 second. She took 1 step, indignantly burning as she saw.

“Are you going to do what, kid?” Doña Catalina said, crossing her arms. “Are you going to call the police? Please, this is the goal of this city. Valeria, my dear, don’t worry, she will pay for this.”

“Here it is!”, suddenly shouted two servants, who had just entered and were not running out. Trazia na mãos a small rustic fabric bag that belonged to Elena. From inside it, put 1 strain of obfuscating brilhantes. “It was hidden under the bed of Menina Silva!”

The room burst into a chaos of clashing exclamations. Valeria covered her mouth with a theatrical gesture of horror. “There you are! You knew! This is what happens, Doña Catalina, when you mix or match with the elite.”

The matriarch of the Ríos family loved Elena with absolute rejection. “Chama the authorities. I want the algemada and atirada for the darkest prison in the capital.”

It was the exact moment that the heavy double doors of solid carvalho opened with a loud bang. Mateo Ríos entered the room. He seemed exhausted, dressed in impeccable dark clothing, more like an awakened grave. The dark and penetrating smell of dinner: the assurances, my fury, Valeria as her theater of victim and Elena, isolated in the middle of the room, with her head upright, her eyes burning with an inabalável dignity.

“What is going to happen here?”, in Mateo’s voice, it was not a cry, but a loud voice that demanded immediate silence.

“Mateo, filho!”, Doña Catalina ran to him. “This insignificant woman tried to rob Valeria! We found a jewel worth 500,000 pesos hidden in her things. I told you that this idea of ​​yours to trace people around the world for our house was a grotesque mistake!”

Mateo looked to sneak into the servants’ hands and then, slowly, walked to Elena. At a distance between them they disappeared. He was tall, imposing, and there was a deep sadness in his eyes that Elena had recognized in the magazine photos.

“Did you robaste is this?”, he asked her in a low voice, barely able to hear her.

Elena sustainou o olhar dele, sem piscar. A farça tinha gone too long. His goal was to prove the superficiality of two rich men, but what he found was a den of cruelty and toxic classism sponsored by his own family. It was time to end the game.

Elena let out a bitter laugh that echoed strangely in the silent room. Caminhou até ao servant, pegou do not sneak without asking authorization and erect against the light of the crystal luster.

“A prize of 500,000 pesos?” asked Elena, in her voice gaining strength and a project that she had never heard before. She spoke directly to Valeria. “This necklace is a cheap replica. The stones contain zircons and are not subject to security charges.”

“How are you doing?!”, guinchou Valeria, or face to lose to cor. “It’s an exclusive piece!”

“It’s exclusive, sim,” Elena continued, her posture transforming completely. The shoulders became direitaram-se, or as they stood up, the aura of a submissive woman disappeared, giving rise to a herdeira that had thousands of officials. “The original design of this strain was created 5 years ago for the private collection of the minha avó. The original item has a platinum date with the initiation of my family. It is said because it was the same that I designed a piece.”

The silence that followed was so deep that one could hear Doña Catalina’s rapid breathing.

“What delusion is this?” he gagged at the matriarch. “What do you think that is?”

Elena atirou the false strain for Valeria’s fish, who was scared. Depois, virou-se for Doña Catalina and for Mateo.

“My name is not Elena Silva,” he declared, with a voice to preencher each song of the quiet day. “My name is Elena Garza. Filha de Roberto Garza. Sou arquitetura director of Grupo Garza.”

He suddenly fled from Doña Catalina’s face. So pernas da mulher mais velha seemam to hesitate. Or Garza Group. The same company that Catalina spent the last 6 months desperately trying to obtain a capital injection of 5,000,000 pesos, essential to save the lost property fortune of the Ríos family. The woman whom she had just called “ratazana de esgoto” was the only heir of that empire.

“Garza…” Valeria murmured, her arrogance crumbling into a bit of absolute terror. The other 3 candidates gathered, suddenly aware that they had humiliated a woman who could ruin their families with just one phone call.

Elena virou-se for Mateo, waiting to see or shock his face. But I saw you deixou-a paralyzed. Mateo was not surprised. There was 1 sad, tiny smile, and I didn’t sing two words.

“You knew,” Elena whispered, like her heart was about to take a leap.

“I discovered it in 2 days,” Mateo answered out loud, so that everyone could hear. “A minimum of security equipment requires a detailed background check. You are supposed to have been since your 2nd night here.”

“Did you let this happen?” Elena asked, feeling confused.

Mateo virou-se stops mãe e para as 4 pale women. Your eyes were cold as ice. “I need to see. I need to see where the rottenness of these people who at least I consider ‘adequate’ for me is. I need to expose or poison this society.” Ele apontou stops a porta. “Valeria, glue your things and leave my house. As others 3, do it yourself. Never again place the stones on my properties. And mãe…” Mateo olhou for Doña Catalina, who tremia visivelmente. “This is over. Your classism is gone in no more place in my life.”

Doña Catalina tried to stammer out a request for apologies, her eyes fixed on herdeira dos Garza, but Mateo cut her off, ordering the security that accompanied mãe in her rooms. The room is quickly emptied, leaving only Mateo and Elena in the chaos of marble and luxury.

The tension between them was electric. Elena felt the tears burning in her eyes, not from sadness, but from a cathartic freedom.

“You came here to prove that he was a superficial monster,” Mateo said softly, taking a step in her direction. “Eu deixei-te ficar para ver que a minha mãe eo mundo dela é que o eram. E no meio disto tudo…”

“…I went to the kitchen to make tamales with Doña Rosa,” Elena completed, a broken laugh escaping from two lips.

Mateo riu também, o 1º genuine som de alegria que ela o ouvia emit. “They tell me that I encourage the only person in this house to ask about the kitchen in 10 years. Elena Garza, a distraught billionaire, sitting in the kitchen to ralar milho.” He stopped a few centimeters from her. “You lied to me about your name, but I supported the most truthful people who entered this house in my entire life.”

Next time, things will change drastically. There were no more candidates. There was no Doña Catalina, who had retired to her country house in Cuernavaca for “health reasons” and was shocked by the immense shame of having offended the Garza family.

Mateo and Elena saíram da mansão. He left a modest boy on the margins of Ecatepec, one of the most lacking neighborhoods on the periphery. Here, we showed the community project that was secretly financed for 8 years: 1 sports and educational complex for children in the mountains.

They spent the afternoon sitting alone, surrounded by 20 children. Elena taught herself to build small buildings with recycled cardboard boxes, while Mateo played soccer with a broken ball. Long two Polanco startups, long shareholder meetings and society magazines, the many armors that your fortunes forced you to wear.

“That’s why I work 15 hours a day,” confessed Mateo in the evening, while partilhavam some street tacos sitting in the capô do jipe. “To support this. So that these children have an opportunity that our country denies. But in our world… in our world it is difficult to find someone who is not even interested in what brand of watch we use.”

“I understand perfectly,” Elena whispered, supporting her head and his shoulder. The first time, he felt like he didn’t need to defend himself from anything. He really lived. Not the heir of Grupo Garza, not a famous architect, but a woman who preferred to wear huaraches and eat on the street rather than gobble up the emotional void of two million-dollar banquets.

The news inevitably went to press 1 week later. As the layers of the magazines and the internet explode with a scandalous story. “A Herdeira que se Fez de Pobre eo Bilionário que a Escolheu.” There were fierce criticisms from resentful and flabby elites fueled by Valeria. The press of the board of directors of both companies was colossal. I wanted them to issue official statements to deny the “absurd romance.”

But Elena and Mateo decide to face the furacão. Convene a press conference at the center of the complex in Ecatepec. There were more than 100 day laborers present, with cameras and microphones nearby.

Mateo assured Elena’s mother firmly in the world. “True love requires courage to dispel the illusions of greatness,” declared Elena before the cameras, with a voice that echoed throughout the country. “For a long time, I believed that there was nothing in our world with an honest heart. I hid my beauty and my money to guarantee my wealth, and I ended up finding the only person willing to love me with my essence. The value of 1 human being is not measured by the clothes that dress, but the way he treats you is more vulnerable.”

The absolute silence of the day laborers was broken barely by the applause of the children of the project and two local residents.

At the end of the day, with the courageous efforts of both men, anti-gas wounds. As both families have grown proud, and Doña Catalina learns a lesson of humility that will last forever. Elena and Mateo do not need pre-nuptial contracts or social approval to build a life together. The man who has the world in his hands ignores the false jewelry and the perfect masks, looking for the only woman who is brave enough to be imperfect. And so it was that the most daring lie in Mexico City was transformed into the deepest and most true love story.