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Arianna, a nineteen-year-old aspiring model, was the epitome of a young goddess. Her brown eyes, deep and mysterious, seemed to hide a whole universe in which sparks of insolence flared up every now and then. Silky blonde hair, falling below her shoulders, framed her face like a halo, emphasizing the refined features that seemed to have been created by God himself. Her figure, with smooth curves, resembled an hourglass, combining a thin waist with lush, juicy forms. She was like a statue of Aphrodite, alive and ready to conquer the world with her beauty.

But Arianna was not just beautiful. In her gaze, full of fire and determination, one could read a witty, independent nature. She knew how to stand up for herself, ironically parrying daring jokes, not shying away from rebuffing self-confident guys she did not like. In her heart there was a warm desire for those who could interest her, but she did not let them easily know that behind the mask of a strong girl there was a fragile soul.

Arianna carried a heavy burden of the past, which forced her to defend herself and convince herself that she did not need anyone. But behind the impregnable wall of her fearless heart there was a vulnerable girl who dreamed of love and protection, but was afraid to be vulnerable.

She was a striking contradiction: strong and gentle, proud and vulnerable, attracting the gaze with her beauty, but hiding in the depths of her soul a fragile girl who only needed to be found and seen