The remaining days at the beach passed by extremely quickly. I had so much fun with the people at that house that I lost track of time.We did many things, like having a great beachside meal, making a big bonfire, and sitting around telling scary stories at night. A couple of times, Ethan and Iván joined forces to scare each of us, and of course, both received punches from us in return.We swam in the sea, had water and sand wars, and got to the point where we were all covered in sand.We also ventured to one of the nearby mountains, where we had a fantastic view of the sea, the beach, and even the house.I felt my muscles tense a bit when my friends commented that from up there, you could see the entire pool area, and anyone could have seen something. But we continued exploring the place, even encountering a snake at one point, which made all of us run downhill in fright. We also found a waterfall in the middle of a small forest and had a wonderful day there.As for Ethan and me, we

After that brief conversation, Ethan and I didn't talk much.I went to take a shower, put on different clothes suitable for the city, and dressed presentably since I would be meeting someone. I imagined it might be his brother, as he had mentioned him a few days earlier.As we drove in his car, he remained silent, focused on the road, while I looked out the window at the buildings, people, and stores. I realized that I only knew the other side of the city, and this part was unfamiliar to me. I was about to ask Ethan where we were going when a sign indicating we were in the south of the city answered my question.After about 10 more minutes, I noticed that we were entering a residential area with moderately sized houses, similar to Isabella's residences but a bit more humble.Ethan parked in front of one of the houses and looked at me intensely."What's going on?" I asked, feeling nervous about his gaze."Are you ready?""Who am I going to meet?" I asked, still nervous.Ethan smiled at

Ethan's POVI felt nervous, the first time I ever felt nervous in front of someone older than me.It's not that I was disrespectful; it's just that this person exuded so much confidence and self-control over my emotions. But seeing Minerva's father now, after everything that has happened between us, is intimidating.He was looking at me, maybe because he knew she wouldn't respond. How could I tell him that his daughter and I like each other?I had made a deal not to get emotionally involved with his daughter, but that was before I realized how perfect she was for me. It's not my fault, and besides, his daughter is beautiful. It seems strange that she went 8 months without even a suitor."That you needed to talk to me alone," I said seriously.Minerva looked at me strangely and shook her head several times. I couldn't discuss this situation with her present.She would probably send me to hell or something like that, that's for sure."Oh, right. Daughter, could you leave us alone for a

I looked away, distancing myself a bit from him, hoping he would understand that it was an uncomfortable topic for me to address.Of course, he didn't get it.He insisted, and I had to explain, very subtly, that we were no longer together and that he had practically vanished from my life as suddenly as he had entered it.Tony's attitude suddenly changed, and he became a bit more affectionate. I felt good because it had been a while since I had received that kind of attention.I spent a few hours with Ricardo in the park, sitting on the grass and talking about many things, from the long hair I was now wearing to what we would do if we were on the moon.I checked my watch and realized I was running late to meet Daniel."I'm so sorry, Tony," I interrupted."What's wrong?" he suddenly looked at me."I have a commitment; time has flown by," I got up from the ground, dusting off my clothes.Tony did the same."It's okay, don't worry. Will we see each other another day?" he asked with intere

We had arrived at the club, and the music was deafening, with bass that resonated in my stomach.We had been at the party for about two hours. If I were a party person, I would say the show was great, but I didn't feel that way.I had danced a couple of songs with my friends, and, of course, several men had approached me to dance, but I trusted very few of them enough to let my body move with theirs.Whenever they played songs I liked, like they did just now with Daft Punk's "One More Time," I got all excited and danced with everyone I encountered. The music intoxicated me, making me want to dance, and I didn't care if they pressed their bodies against mine. I was having a relatively good time.I was having fun, but it wasn't the same sense of enjoyment as being at home with a pijama party and the 15 cats I would soon be living with.A while ago, my friends had disappeared into the crowd.I had sat at the bar to get some fresh air because my feet were killing me. I ordered a glass of