Christian’s POVThe last conference call ended at six-thirty.My shoulders ached. My jaw felt tight.Too many calls. Too many moving parts. Too many people expecting everything to run like clockwork.The Castillo way.I dragged a hand down my face and leaned back in my chair for a second.Silence never lasted long in this house.Even now, I could hear the distant clatter of dishes, footsteps crossing marble floors, someone calling out instructions down the hall.The estate had been chaos all week.Not the careless kind. The controlled, orchestrated kind that came with too many people trying to make one thing perfect.Abuelo’s oak jubilee.It had been planned like a state event. Meetings layered over meetings. Schedules revised, then revised again. Deliveries at all hours. Florists, caterers, decorators, security.At some point, I had stopped keeping track.And somehow, in the middle of it all, I’d still been dragged into back-to-back conference calls.I exhaled and pushed to my feet.
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