What is love?

Aurelia Majvi Mårtensson. Someone who is born with such an extraordinary name has to do it justice somehow. So I'm going to do it. Law degree, at most within the standard period of study, if not less, take over the well-known law firm of my father and fish for a rich and good-looking businessman. It was never conveyed to me otherwise, my family does not know anything like love. My parents have a loveless marriage, he lives for the law firm, she is the perfect housewife, so to speak, wife and mother. When you grow up with it, you don't question this system. I feel that I am different from my family not only by my name. When I say my last name, I get patterned, neither blonde, nor light-skinned, nor blue eyes. No, darker skin, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. A Latina and why? The official statement is that I come a lot more after my father, brown hair. That nobody believes us, my parents skilfully outplay. The official story is that my mother believed she had found the love

"Unusual, usually I stand out quickly." He laughs. Okay, flirting is just not my thing. I look around and most of them are really blonde, or hardly any Latinas. It comes closer as it gets tighter around us and it brushes my arm. I feel my stomach and pubic area tremble with tension. I had clearly neglected interpersonal contacts in recent years. The last time a guy touched me was after Tomson graduated from high school when he thought he needed to kiss me at the graduation party. I digress and wonder why I react so badly to someone today, but the last few parties no one was good enough. What's wrong with this guy?
"Do we want to go outside?" He leans close to my ear and his voice drives me crazy. I nod and follow him. Outside, the party is no less going on. Here are the first with clothes or naked in the pool and lying around on the lawn. We sit down on a small flower box wall and I look at the pool. His gaze is only for me:“What's your name?” I look at h

Then we must have a date. Tonight? ” 
“ Ah, I'm sorry. Girls' evening. ”
“ Hmm, then it will have to wait until tomorrow. I'll get you tomorrow, a quarter to eight. ”I smile and nod.
"Sounds good." He kissed me on the cheek and beamed in both ears as he turned and left. How can anyone be so perfect? And why does he attract me like that? I feel different, I could say I behave like a teenager in love and stroll back across the meadow.
"Oh my God. You didn’t tell that you were almost together! ”Linnéa screeches softly. "You shine like a honey cake horse" giggles Martha and I bury my face in my hands as I sit down with them again.We all talk at once and the champagne flows and flows. We keep asking ourselves how four girls can destroy so much champagne in one evening. I pull my cooling mask off my face to refill us.
"And I tell you, the sex is getting better and better.""It's getting

Wow, you look gorgeous.” If I've had enough in my closet, it's gorgeous clothes. All lengths, colors and patterns. This tight-fitting, wine-red dress with a deep cut back is definitely an eye-catcher. He opens the car door for me and we stand in front of a fine restaurant: 
“I've heard that the best caviar is here.”
“I've actually heard that.” Fortunately, I don't have to order caviar, but rather a particularly fine one Meat fillet does it too. Even if I'm not used to anything else, I don't like these fine restaurants. I love fast food and small street food shops in the shabbiest areas, because only there you can find gold. But if I told anyone I would be treated like a leper. The evening is wonderful and I am impressed by its cultural diversity. When we leave the restaurant he puts his jacket around my shoulders:
"It was a wonderful evening."
"Yes, it really was." His gaze warms my heart and when he kisses me, it tingles

During the week I receive countless clothes and scripts from my father. He definitely supports me in what I plan to do. 
“Go ahead, I'll be right there.” Linnéa and the girls run to the cafeteria when I want to stop by the lecturer. I stroll through the fifth floor, which is nothing but preparations and a few lecturers' offices. It's calm here. I wait in front of the room because someone is inside. As the door opens, Levin comes out. He looks at me in surprise:
"Elli, hey." I don't say anything. We stare at each other and the silence around us is overwhelming. "Okay, I have to go, preparing a family thing like this." He walks past me and I stop. After a few steps it becomes quiet. He stopped. I turn around and see him looking at me. He breathes out heavily, comes up to me quickly, takes my face in both of his hands and kisses me. Determined and yet so passionate. My heart beats like crazy and in this silence I am sure that he will hear it. He lets