And you feel the ballroom tighten, because people can forgive ambition, but they hate cowardice when it’s described with that kind of precision.
Bianca’s posture stiffens.
She glances at Davi, searching his expression the way a banker checks a balance.
He doesn’t look proud anymore.
He looks trapped.
Lídia reaches the chorus and the room feels like it’s holding its breath with her.
Still I breathe.
Still I stand.
Not for you… but for the hands I promised not to drop.
She doesn’t say the word “divorce,” but everyone hears it.
She doesn’t say “abandoned,” but the air tastes like it.
She doesn’t shout, but you can feel the humiliation flip direction, like a spear thrown and then turned around mid-flight.
Then she does something Davi didn’t plan for at all.
She stops singing and speaks into the microphone.
“I accepted to be here for one reason,” she says, voice steady, eyes open now.
“Not for revenge. Not to bless this marriage.”
She pauses, letting the silence stretch until it becomes a mirror.
“I came to buy myself time.”
A murmur spreads across the room.
Davi’s face tightens, and Bianca’s eyes narrow like a blade.
Lídia continues anyway.
