Episode 5

Lara arrives, and Livia opens the door, full of excitement and feeling fabulous.

There was already a taxi at the door, and they headed to the club. It wasn't too crowded, allowing them to move around freely. Lara started dancing and dragged Emma to the bar, ordering two drinks as they sipped while taking in their surroundings. They danced and had fun all night long; Lara flirted with a few men while continuing to dance with Emma, who chose not to engage romantically and always turned down advances. As Emma danced and enjoyed her drink, she felt a grip on her arm and was pulled. She turned to see Diogo, yes, it was him.

She was bewildered and pulled her arm back, but he looked at her irritated and yanked her again. Once outside, they paused, and she looked at him in confusion.

Emma: Why did you do that?

Diogo: Isadora is sick; you need to see her.

Emma: Sick? How can that be? She was fine! And how dare you pull me like that?

Diogo: Just get in the car; I don’t have time to explain.

Emma: I need to tell my friend.

Diogo: Send a message.

She got into the car and grabbed her phone, sending a message that there was an emergency and she had to leave. Diogo drove fast, and soon they arrived at his house.

Once Isadora woke up, she immediately asked for Emma. Vilma informed her that Emma had gone home but would return soon. Isadora felt sad and went back to watching her show. Later that evening, she refused to eat, but Diogo insisted, and when she finally did, she ended up vomiting. That’s when Vilma noticed she was burning with fever. She laid her down in her bed, but the fever persisted; even with medication, she remained hot, delirious, and calling for Emma. Diogo felt confused and sorry for little Isadora. He went to Emma’s house, ringing the doorbell repeatedly. A neighbor told him that Emma had gone out with her daughter to a club, and he followed them, feeling a rage building inside him for reasons he didn't quite understand. Maybe it was because he saw her as irresponsible, or so he thought.

He arrived at the club, went up to the VIP area, and looked down to see if he could spot her. It didn’t take long before he found her, and he scrutinized her from head to toe. He grabbed her arm and pulled her outside, wondering why she resisted him as if everyone would assume he had ulterior motives.

Once outside, they reached his house, and Emma took off her heels, rushing up to Isadora's room. Diogo followed behind, watching alongside Vilma. Emma approached the bed and touched Isadora's face.

Emma: Hey, princess, what’s going on with you?

Isadora: Emma.

Emma: Hey, my love, I’m here.

Isadora: Don’t go away.

Emma: I’m not going anywhere; come here.

She scooped Isadora into her arms and headed to the bathroom, while Diogo stood in the doorway, bewildered. Emma turned on the warm water in the bathtub, holding Isadora close as she undressed her. Diogo helped from a distance, watching. Emma placed Isadora in the tub, and she clung to Emma’s arm.

Isadora: It’s cold, it’s cold!

Emma: I know, my love, but you need to get in.

Diogo: Are you out of your mind? She’ll get sicker this way; can’t you see she has a fever? She’s probably intoxicated!

Emma: I know what I’m doing; the warm water helps lower fever.

Diogo: I hope you know what you’re doing.

He stormed out in anger, leaving Emma with Isadora in the tub. After a while, she took her out and carried her back to bed.

Vilma: She called for you so much.

Emma: It was an emotional fever; she got anxious or upset.

Vilma: She didn’t eat, well, she did eat and then vomited.

Emma: Once the fever breaks, she’ll eat something. Lie down here, princess.

Isadora: Emma, don’t go away.

Emma: I won’t leave; just rest here, and soon the fever will pass.

Isadora: Carry me.

Emma picked her up and went downstairs. The fever started to dissipate after the warm bath, leaving Isadora slightly more comfortable. Emma headed to the kitchen, still holding her, and began preparing some porridge.

Diogo: What are you doing?

Emma: Making porridge for her.

Diogo: There’s leftover dinner.

Emma: That won’t be necessary; she’ll prefer the porridge.

Diogo: She’s not a baby anymore.

Emma: Can you respect your daughter? She has a fever and is still a child; she's not old enough to eat porridge. She needs something to nourish her, and porridge is the best for now. Or do you want her to have a steak with rice and pasta?

He storms out angrily, and she finishes making the porridge, unable to believe she spoke to him that way; the alcohol certainly had an effect. She sits on the couch with Isadora and begins to feed her the porridge. She eats everything and asks for more. Emma gives her just a bit more, and she curls up in Emma’s lap. The fever has passed, and she falls asleep. Emma carries her upstairs to the bedroom and lays her on the bed. She lies beside her for a few minutes before getting up. Emma leans her head against the door and takes a deep breath. Diogo speaks from behind her, causing her to jump.

Diogo: Did she sleep?

Emma: You startled me; yes, she’s asleep.

Diogo: Okay.

Emma heads to the kitchen and drinks some water. He follows her and sits on the counter.

Diogo: Just don’t turn into an irresponsible person who goes from party to party; the good Samaritan has revealed herself.

Emma: Don’t make me out to be an irresponsible woman just because I want to go out and have a little fun. I haven’t sinned; don’t draw conclusions based on what you see.

Diogo: Never come home drunk; I won’t allow someone unconscious to care for my daughter.

Emma: I’m not drunk; don’t worry about that. Can I sleep here?

Diogo: Yes, there’s a mattress in Isadora’s room. Sleep there if she calls for you.

Emma: Thank you.

Emma goes upstairs to the bedroom and puts on a robe. She lies down on the mattress and tries to rest, but every time she begins to doze off, she wakes up thinking Isadora is calling for her.