Rebeca

I am so overwhelmed by the flight, the city, the drive out here, and now, your beautiful house. "This is so beautiful, senhor! I cannot believe I will live here!" My eyes sparkle as I look at my new home, but it also makes me feel awed and inferior, undeserving. Inside, I stand straight and still, waiting to meet who else is at home. I'm very nervous and desperate to give a good impression, and ask with my sensual Brazilian drawl, "Do I look acceptable, senhor? Am I standing correctly?"