CHAPTER 30 — Seven Years Old, and the World Watches
Another half-year drifted by like a calm wave rolling over soft São Paulo sands.
Seasons shifted.
School routines deepened.
Modeling shoots kept coming.
Life moved forward.
And today…
18 March 2017
Árman Duarte Azevedo turned seven years old.
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◆ The Morning of a Golden Child
The sun rose brightly over the Azevedo mansion, spilling warm gold across the polished floors. The staff moved with excitement, whispering:
> "Little Senhor Árman is seven today…"
"He's growing so fast…"
"How can a child look like that…?"
In his room—large, elegant, soft white curtains flowing in the breeze—
Árman woke up slowly, stretching like a small cat, his silky white hair falling across his face like threads of moonlight.
Golden eyes opened… glowing even in the dim light.
At seven years old, he was absurdly beautiful.
His face, already perfect at six, had somehow become even more refined, even more enchanting.
Features symmetrical.
Lashes long.
Brows flawless.
Skin smooth like porcelain.
Even half-asleep, he looked like a painting brought to life.
He slipped out of bed and walked downstairs, where his family waited.
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◆ A Family Full of Love
At the large breakfast table:
Leonardo and Isabella—beaming with pride
Augusto and Helena Azevedo—paternal grandparents glowing
Ricardo and Sofia Duarte—maternal grandparents fussing with joy
Lorenzo, Thiago, and Emilia—his beloved cousins, excitedly bouncing
Aunts, uncles, family friends—all gathered
Everyone clapped when they saw him.
Isabella rushed over to hug him tightly.
> "Meu anjo… feliz aniversário!"
My angel… happy birthday!
Leonardo ruffled his hair.
> "Growing into a fine young man, meu campeão."
Emilia hugged his waist.
Lorenzo gave him a quiet pat on the shoulder.
Thiago smirked and said:
> "Seven looks good on you, hermano."
Árman smiled softly—the kind of smile that made adults melt.
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◆ The Small Celebration
Since his big birthday parties happened at major ages, this was a family-only celebration, full of warmth and laughter.
Cake, gifts, hugs.
Photos taken by every relative.
Emilia clung to him so much the adults joked she was glued to him.
He didn't mind.
He loved them all deeply.
But even as he enjoyed the moment…
something else stirred in him.
A quiet fire.
A pull toward the one thing he'd been waiting for since he was six:
Football.
And now—at seven—
he could finally begin.
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◆ School — A New Level of Comfort
When he returned to school the next week, something felt different.
Not new.
Not shocking.
But solid.
Everyone already knew him:
Teachers, staff, students, older kids, even parents.
They had adapted to:
His unreal beauty
His incredible intelligence
His elegance
His calm maturity
His perfect behavior
He remained a gentle, humble presence, never flaunting, never provoking envy.
But still…
People whispered when he walked by:
> "He looks like a literal angel…"
"That face… at seven years old? Impossible…"
"He's going to break the world when he's older."
His cousins stayed close:
Lorenzo, the quiet guardian
Thiago, the hyper protector
Emilia, the devoted shadow
Together they were known as the Duarte–Azevedo Quartet by the kids.
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◆ Modeling Progress — Beyond the Industry
Seven years old, and:
✔ He had modeled for Parada Kids Global
✔ He had worked with several French, Italian, and British brands
✔ His Instagram had millions of followers
✔ His face appeared in European magazines
✔ Fashion critics called him a "future icon"
Even though he didn't pursue fame—
fame pursued him.
Brands always begged for him.
His father filtered requests heavily so the boy wasn't overwhelmed.
But even one photoshoot with him sent brands' sales skyrocketing.
He was too young to understand business.
But the industry had already declared:
> "Árman Azevedo will become a legend of beauty."
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◆ Quiet Night — Waiting
That night, after dinner with family and a movie with his cousins,
Árman returned to his bedroom and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
Seven.
Finally seven.
He whispered softly:
> "It begins now."
Not the modeling.
Not the academics.
No.
His true dream…
Football.
The path he had quietly prepared for.
The sport he vowed to dominate.
The destiny he chose.
Tomorrow, he would take his first step.
The world had no idea what was coming.