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Twenty one

“Nicky,” Mama warned, soft yet firm.“I’m just concerned. You know Ana isn’t an ordinary woman.”“I know that,” Hugo replied quietly. “That’s why I’m here, bringing everyone who can guarantee my good intentions.”Papa Cassilas leaned forward slightly. “We’re not here just as parents, but as witnesses that Hugo is not a man who would touch someone’s future without sincere intent.”Mama Hugo continued, her voice almost a confession. “We know this is all moving fast. But nothing truly slows down when love has found its path.”Nicky drew a long breath, then looked at me. “Are you sure, Na?”I smiled. “I know how to measure my steps, Nicky.”Dinner continued with the conversation gradually softening. Nicky stayed silent, but he no longer interrupted. Mama began discussing the engagement plans for tomorrow—an intimate celebration to coincide with Hugo’s parents’ second wedding anniversary, with only close family present. The Maradonas welcomed the idea. Papa led the discussion toward techno

Twenty Two

Morning arrived slowly, bringing warm light that slipped through the curtains of my bedroom. My phone rang. The clock hadn’t even reached six, yet Hugo was already noisy, disturbing my sleep.“I could go with Holly. The event isn’t until tonight—why are you making such a fuss this early?!”I clicked my tongue.“This morning we’re having breakfast with the owner of Glow Jewelry,” he replied cheerfully. “Ballero has secured the schedule.”I let out a quiet sigh.“If it’s about the ring, just pick one. I’d like to get a few more hours of sleep so my skin looks flawless.”“You’re already flawless, Ana.”“Men have no idea what flawless means.”“Alright, sleep through the drive to the harbor. If that’s not enough, continue on the yacht. Just hurry—I'm already at your mansion’s front door. If you’re not out in fifteen minutes, I’ll gladly help you get dressed myse—”I ended the call before he could finish that sentence.The scent of Ethiopian coffee and butter croissants greeted us when we a

Twenty Three

Night stretched wide above us, a velvet sky where shy stars peeked through filaments of cloud. The main deck of the yacht had been transformed into an elegant venue draped in silver‑blue. Crystal lanterns hung gracefully, scattering soft light that danced on the surface of the sea.A mellow jazz singer crooned beside a small piano on the port side, while guests savored dishes prepared by a Michelin‑star chef. Beneath the gentle glow of chandeliers sat the two couples at the heart of the evening—Hugo’s parents, celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary, and the two of us, who had become the second focal point of the night.The full Cassilas clan was present—uncles, aunts, cousins. Opposite them, the Maradona family had traveled from several cities: my fashion‑forward grandmother, two female cousins, and young nieces chasing stray confetti.While we listened to a heartfelt toast from Hugo’s father, the event team readied the night’s centerpiece—the formal proposal. Hugo squeezed m

Twenty Four

I could still feel the warm pulse of the ring on my finger. The alexandrite stone seemed to have a life of its own—reflecting a soft violet glow as I raised my hand to greet the guests approaching with their congratulations. Embraces came one after another from the extended families, accompanied by laughter and the clinking of glasses—signaling the shift from sacred ceremony to a warm celebration, rich with symbolism.Yet amidst the joy and noise, a part of me remained still. Silent. Like a side of the ocean untouched by the ship’s glowing lights.“Ana!” Cecil approached, her eyes glistening as she hugged me tightly. “God, I still can’t believe you’re really engaged to Hugo and about to become part of the Cassilas family!”I let out a soft laugh.“I didn’t expect to get a fairy-tale twist like this,” she said, holding both my arms. “Look at you. You’re like a heroine in a royal drama. This is insane, Ana. But I’m so happy for you.”I smiled—and for a moment, I wanted to believe that t

Twenty Five

I stood before the cabin mirror, far from the fading clamor of the party on the upper deck. The ivory satin gown still fell perfectly, my makeup remained nearly flawless. Yet there was something powder and lipstick could not hide: the look in my own eyes—those of a woman carrying too many stories behind a single silhouette of a smile.A soft knock on the door drew my attention. “Ana, may I come in?” It was Mama’s voice—gentle, but always breaking through the thickest walls.I opened the door. She was there with a light shawl over her shoulders.“Not going back to the party?” she asked. I shook my head. “I just needed a moment to breathe.”She stepped inside and sat on a small chair by the porthole.“If I didn’t know you from the days you played with dolls, I might truly believe you’re a girl in love,” she said.I allowed myself a faint smile. “You’re the only person on earth who knows who I really am.”Mama was silent for a long moment, then spoke softly. “Are you certain Hugo truly d

Twenty Six

I let his words linger in the air, choosing not to respond right away—as if waiting for the sea breeze to carry them away. Hugo remained where he stood, his gaze fixed on my face, as though searching for something—certainty, perhaps, or at least a sign that he wasn’t walking alone in a story he was crafting by himself.“I don’t want to lose you,” he repeated softly, more a confession than a plea.I looked past him toward the sea, letting my silence be the most honest answer I could offer.“Spain?” I finally spoke. “Is your grandmother difficult to convince?”“She doesn’t trust easily,” Hugo replied, folding his arms across his chest, his expression growing slightly cautious. “But she relies deeply on her instincts. And I want you to be part of my life—with or without her blessing. Still, I want to try.”I almost smiled. Part of my life. The words sounded too sweet coming from someone who, five years ago, didn’t remember me even as a vague silhouette.I nodded slowly, slipping into my

Twenty Seven

Dinner was served gracefully in the colonial-style dining room, beneath a crystal chandelier that scattered candlelight like stars dripping from the ceiling. The staff moved with quiet efficiency, their presence barely audible. The atmosphere at the table wasn’t exactly warm, but neither was it cold. There was a certain carefulness between us—especially from Doña Graciela, who sat at the head of the table, observing my every move as though I were an exam she had just begun to grade.“Do you have any family in Spain, Ana?” she asked eventually, slicing a small piece of meat on her plate.I met her gaze calmly. “No, Doña.”“Ah,” she murmured. “So when you accepted my grandson’s proposal, you were also accepting an intercultural marriage. Are you prepared for that?”Hugo stepped in with a light tone, “Grandmother, this isn’t the Middle Ages.”But I raised a small hand to stop him. “It’s fine, Hugo.” Then I turned back to Doña Graciela. “I’m not just prepared, Doña. I’ve lived as a minori

Twenty Eight

I drew in a slow, steady breath, trying to calm the sudden thunder in my chest. Hugo’s gaze that night had been too honest—too bold, penetrating the boundaries I had so carefully constructed.“I don’t know if these feelings are real…” I finally whispered. “Or just part of a script I’ve been playing too deeply.”Hugo frowned, his voice low as he replied, “Ana, do you think I’m pretending?”I looked at him. “I don’t know. Maybe yes. Maybe no. But I do know one thing, Hugo… I came into your world not to fall in love.”He paused for a moment. “But that’s what’s happening, isn’t it?”I turned away, avoiding his eyes. “Don’t pin too much hope on me.”“I’m not hoping,” he said softly.“I’m only anchoring my heart.”The words landed like a slow blow, seeping in to crack the fortress of ice around my heart. I wanted to dismiss it, but that feeling… spread like warmth beneath my skin. Something I couldn’t control. I hated it.“We both know this isn’t a marriage of love. It’s a reckoning for the

Twenty Nine

I didn’t move.Everything melted into a single silent thud. Warm, but unassuming. Gentle, yet deep enough to make my heart beat twice as fast. I briefly closed my eyes, momentarily swept away by a current I never intended to feel. The script, the wall of ice—they all nearly cracked from one painfully honest touch.But when Hugo pulled away to catch his breath, his eyes sought mine again, as if wanting to delve deeper. And I came to my senses. I wasn’t supposed to be carried away.Then, when I saw Hugo leaning in again…I turned my face away.He froze, still slightly bent forward, his breathing not yet steady. “Ana…”“Sorry…” I whispered.He didn’t step back, nor did he insist. He remained still, waiting with an expression I couldn’t quite call disappointment. I saw a glimmer in his eyes.Then he gently kissed the top of my head. I still wouldn’t look at him. I had to resist the pull that threatened to sweep me away again.I felt Hugo smoothing back my hair before he spoke. “You’re alre

Thirty

I watched Hugo fall silent for a few seconds after speaking with the receptionist. One of his brows lifted slightly. He let out a small sigh and turned toward me, attempting a smile... slightly awkward.“There’s news that can’t exactly be called good,” he said softly.“I only need a yes or no. Do we have a room or not?” I asked, shivering.“We do,” he replied, slipping his hands into his coat pockets. “But only one. With one bed. Because it’s a long weekend, and every foolish couple decided to go on a trip today.”I fell silent. My heart began to beat faster, though not from the cold. Hugo noticed the change in my expression and quickly added, “We can share the bed like two snow statues. We’ll keep our distance and protect each other’s honor. I promise I won’t cross the demarcation line we’ll set.”“Demarcation line?” I raised an eyebrow.“A center line on the bed that can’t be crossed without official permission. We could make it out of pillows… or shoelaces,” he added quickly, his i

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