fact. The mansion buzzed with activity, everyone coming and going as if preparing for a grand event

multiple companies in the city, widowed for ten years, and father of two children: Damián and

naive I was to initially t

!" the stylist announced, p

woman adjusting my dress withdrew, le

riage. It was simple, in a modest chapel, without an elegan

essages from Armando. I didn't open them; it w

the Feldman mansion. I was about to go downstairs when, suddenly, Damián reappeared. I

lurted out, and his voice, l

ddenly, eyes wid

hink you are to tal

you do. You look for men like my father to

th indignation. What w

has me threatened if I don't marry him, and believe me,

e stairs, but he took two quick steps and caught up with me.

ike you to take my family's money. I have worked hard since colleg

with a tug, and looked him

cessary. Now, I have

really happening in that house; everything seemed to be against me. The fact that

le constantly having to call him "Mr. Feldman." It was exhausting. Upon seeing me, he sketched a smile, while the guests, every one

next to my two younger sisters. As our e

ckly to hold

and. His skin was rough, his breath unpleasant, and the mere idea of having to c

ortance of marriage, values, love, and family. Words completely empty in the contex

riest smiled as we exchanged rings. Mr

peak now or forever hold your peace,"

d as planned, until, from the bac

ect, F

h sculpted curves, an angelic face, and an arrogant look advanced decisively, he

ing furiously. "This harpy cannot marr

eer audacity was almost impossible to ignore. According to her, I wa

ile. "Seriously, Rosalía? You think you can come he

stupidity. You are causing

turned back to the pri

e Bible again, but Rosalía step

allow it, ab

dryly. "And let my future wife and I get married. O

tely. He looked at his daughter with bruta

e. Not just for myself, but also for

me, throwing me a look so full of contempt t

ver. You're doing this beca

r Armando. I was doing it for my family. But since the situation allowed it, I could

tell Armando not to call me an

ty. She squeezed her purse tightly and,

over, you wre