Rosalia I carefully observed the stairs as I headed for the living room. It was unexpectedly made from White oak, I had thought it was iron when I passed by it last night. Well furnished, expensive as shit. I couldn't have afforded it my whole life even if I tried. I really don't understand how a poor woman like me who had been almost at the verge of being a beggar managed to snag a rich man. If later I'm found out to be his wife, I'm lucky but if it was a misunderstanding all along and I only looked like her, that would be very terrible. Very very terrible in fact, because at this point, I'll just go straight from here to living on the streets. I could hear Maria's voice from where I am, she seems to be discussing something with her Dad. I finally climbed down the stairs and headed for where they were sitting by the exquisite couch. Maria was telling something to her Father excitedly while he was on his cellphone but I could tell he was paying attention to what she was saying bec
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