My name is Marina Vidal. Do you have any problem with that?
Apr 06,2017
Some place in Santiago at a faintly lit dance club, Orlando, the compassionate and well-off proprietor of a material organization, stares at Marina, a cheerful vocalist and the generally a large portion of his-age love of his life. Be that as it may, lamentably, after Marina's birthday festivity and a night of enthusiasm, Orlando falls gravely sick - and by the next morning- - he passes on in healing center. In the wake of her friend's troublesome demise, Marina will soon understand that, starting now and into the foreseeable future, everything is brought into question: her contribution in Orlando's passing, their unpredictable relationship; or more all, her entitlement to grieve her adored expired. At last, what was Marina's wrongdoing; a deed so frightful that would ransack a fabulous lady of her regard, her pride, and at last, her personality?
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