The next morning, Alec felt refreshed. It wasn’t like he had a long, pleasurable night of sex. It was even better. He got up and opened the curtains, facing the large pool that was down there. Although the sun was still giving way, one of the cleaners was already there, removing the leaves that autumn began to bring. After taking a tremendously relaxing bath, Alec wore only a pair of sweatpants and went down for coffee. As he entered the dining room, all the joy that the night before with Evangeline had brought him was gone, as soon as he saw who was at the table. "What’s she doing here?” Alec wasn’t looking at Dominique. He was looking at his father. To the man who had expelled that woman years ago and at that moment was passing her honey for pancakes. "Good morning, son!" Dominique smiles, looking at Alec and pouring honey over her pancakes. "Pancake? I know it’s her favorite breakfast.” "Blake!” "Alec, sit down.” “No." he is firm. "I will not sit down and eat with y

"And you understand why.” Dominique hands one of the glasses to Blake and occupies the chair next to him. "Don’t you find it easier to tell your son the truth?” “No!" He looks at her." I didn’t call you here to question my choices. "Blake...” "Enough, Dom! Telling Alec I’m dying will make him weak. He still needs to mature too much in this environment, so I can...” "You can’t control that, honey.” "I can do whatever I want." Blake murmurs, grumpy. "By the way, what are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m full of things to sign? Where’s your toy?” She rolls her eyes and drinks all the whiskey in a single sip. "My husband is at the hotel, waiting for me. I didn’t want to bring him here. It could be too much for Alec.” "Look at you! Mother of the Year!” "Save your debauchery for yourself, Blake." She gets up and heads for the door. "I’ll find him. And you, you rethink this stupidity of not wanting to tell your son about your illness.” [...] The night began to be pres

A woman approaches with the drinks Alec had asked for. She informs that the potatoes will take a while longer. "Anyway." he mutters, after a generous sip on the cold drink. "My idea is to build houses. Real houses, with at least two rooms.” "For everyone?” "Sure! How many families are there? Twenty?” "I think almost thirty." Evangeline says, trying to count mentally. "I’m not sure.” "Then we will make almost thirty houses.” "Wow...” Evangeline didn’t know what to say. She would have thought of several things that would happen in that place, minus what Alec said. "There’s a catch." he says. "I’ll have enough money to build the houses. And since that was an open field of the city hall and your experience there was considered an invasion, I will need to collect rent.” "I get it. Fair enough.” "Yeah. The reason you’re here, I want your help in talking to the locals. I see everything I want to do as a way to improve everyone’s quality of life, but I imagine some peopl

"He comes." Felippa says, emerging from beyond to scare her best friend. "Stop biting the corner of your fingers.” "Alec didn’t send a signal! NONE! What if I did all this and he doesn’t come? What if he changed his mind? People will kill me.” "I know that’s not your biggest concern.” Felippa was absolutely right. Evangeline couldn’t get Alec out of her head. She had a theory. Evie thinks she’s thinking too much and missing him because she hasn’t seen him since. Ever since they met him, they haven’t been a day without seeing or talking. Last night, Evangeline had a dream about Alec. She was in the center of a stage, playing the violin with all her soul, when he appeared behind her, whispering motivational words to her. Evie would drop the violin, but the music would continue. They would then dance together and when they were about to kiss, Evangeline woke up. "Don’t be exaggerated, Felippa.” Evangeline’s heart began to throb as she saw Alec’s car approaching. She knew she h

"Only if I’m crazy!" she murmurs. "Who in their right mind would fall in love with someone who does the unthinkable to have a woman for themselves?" Evie continues, even if Felippa is on the other side of the basketball court, gathering the chairs. "What kind of man does what he did? Nobody! No one with maturity would do or say the things he did..." she holds a dry sheet and keeps it spinning between her fingers. "It’s okay that the day of the opera was amazing... that having seen him experience something he never ate, just because I love it and asked, was too much... not to mention the changes he wants to make in the field of trailers... WHAT THE HELL!” Unmoved by the cry her friend gave, Felippa let out a laugh and began to carry the chairs to another place. While Evangeline tried to keep in her memories, only the controlling Alec and that caused her anger, she did not notice that she was alone on the basketball court. Well, almost all alone. The man standing across the stree