I wake up to a little knock on my door; I am sure it’s mom here to tell me happy birthday. Today is my birthday; I am excited to be turning twenty-three today. I tell the person to come in once I sit up on my bed.   “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, Dear Andrea, happy birthday to you,” Mom and Abuela sing while walking into my room.   “Thank you,” I say, smiling, pulling them into a hug.   “Are you excited to be turning twenty-three today?” Mom asks smiling once I release her from the hug.   “Yes, I am.”   “That’s wonderful, Dear, here comes your first present,” Mom says, as the maid walks in with a breakfast tray. She places it in front of me and walks back out.   “Thank you, mom.”   “Don’t thank me, i

    It's been a few days since I found out what Santiago did. I haven’t spoken to him since that day. I am furious at him for toying with Emily's heart like that. I am on my way to pick up Emily from her house to drive her and her mom to the hospital. Emily's car broke down, and I offered to drive them to the hospital, I also wanted to visit her mom. If I was talking to Santiago, I am sure he would have made sure I gave him feedback on how Emily's mom is doing, but I won't. I know I can't be angry at him forever, at least I should punish him a little by not talking to him for a while.   I park my car in front of Emily's house and walk to the door to knock. I don't really like the neighborhood she is living in; it looks a little dangerous. I will talk to her about moving to another place. This is not the place Emily used to live when we were in high school. She must have moved places after her dad died. After a few knocks, Emily opens the door.

      After mom leaves, I finish packing all the things I need. I am about to walk out of the room when I hear a knock at the door again. I tell the person to come in, our maid, Sarah, steps in.   "Good day Miss," Sarah says.   "Hello Sarah, what do you need?"   "Mr. Santiago is downstairs asking for your permission to enter the house."   "Why does he need my permission? This is his father's house; he doesn’t need my permission to enter."   Every time Santiago has come by the house to try and talk to me. I leave the house before he can even say two words.   "He knows that, but he wants to make sure you don't leave once he enters."   "I can't guarantee that," after my talk with Stefano yesterday, I still couldn't call Santiago to tell him I have forgiven him. I put myself in Emily's shoes, and I am still angry wit

      I am on my way to the airport to pick up Aurora. She came to the US to see her monster of a boyfriend. I don’t know why she would visit someone like him. I will find out once I see her and we talk. After a few minutes, I arrive at the airport’s private plane area. I step out of the car and see Aurora walking out of the plane.   “Andrea, how are you doing?” She says, descending the plane stairs.   “I am good. How are you?” I say, walking closer to the end of the plane stairs.   “I am good too, how are things with Stefano?”   “Things are amazing between us. I can’t wait for him to arrive on Thursday this week. I miss him,” I say, smiling as I think about how things have been going great between us. I help her put her stuff into the trunk before walking over to the driver’s seat to get going.

     We arrived a few hours ago, I am so sleepy, but I can't sleep. As soon as we landed, we went to the warehouse to determine how much damage was done. I am so happy I came, the anger surging through Stefano is enough to destroy a whole city. He is furious about losing more than half of his weapons here in California, the fact that he can't find the person responsible is not helping. I do not know what to say to make him feel better, but I know my presence here is enough. I am in his office waiting for him while he tries to find out more information about the fire.   I get sleepy and try not to fall asleep, but the next time I open my eyes, I find myself in Stefano's arms, moving towards a bed. I must have been exhausted to have slept through the ride all the way back to his apartment. I don't say anything to him as he places me on the bed. I give his hand a warm squeeze before he walks away to let him know everything is going to be ok