Franco
"You look handsome, son," my mother says, adjusting my tie before ringing the doorbell at the Pena house. They don't take long to open. My now 'soon to be' fiancée greets me enthusiastically.
"Franco! Diana! Come in," she says to us, and as I pass by her, she stands on tiptoe to give me a kiss close to my lips. I feel my skin tingle. She gives my mother a strong hug.
"Dear, you look beautiful." She hands her a small gift she brought. My 'fiancée' looks at the small box with her favorite desserts with reverence. It's something that always fills me with tenderness.
"Thank you very much. They are my favorites. Come in, we're in the sitting room." She guides us there, and we see Juan Luis and Amelia there, their expressions looking completely different.
"Diana, dear, I'm glad to se
