Valentina dear, what a beautiful wedding, said Mrs. Louisa, childhood friend of her mother. Alexander is a very special young man. You will be very happy. Thanks, Mrs. Louisa. He really is special. Special was an interesting word to describe someone who married for money. Patricia approached with the eyes still wet. My daughter, I am so happy.
I had never seen you so fulfilled. Thanks, Mom. You and dad made a perfect party. Alexander seems to get along well with everyone. Your dad was chatting with him about taking him to know the headquarters of the company next week. Valentina felt a knot in the stomach. Alexander was accelerating his plans. “How good,” she said, maintaining the smile.
When the time for the dinner arrived, Valentina was sitting in the head table together with Alexander. He held her hand over the table, stroking it with the thumb. Before that gesture melted her, now it irritated her deeply. “You are gorgeous today,” whispered Alexander in her ear. “I can’t wait for our honeymoon.” “Me neither,” she lied.