WE ARE NOW in the private hall, and Jacob is facing my parents. Carlos was listening intently from the sidelines while sitting next to our Papa. His family is here as well, but my nephews and nieces are playing outside. The central air is working just fine, but strangely enough, Jacob is sweating buckets. He is visibly nervous as he waits for my father to speak.
"Carlos said you wanted to speak with me," Papa started. Mama was next to him, and I was not surprised to see them holding hands.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"And what is this about?"
Jacob met my father's gaze head-on, but he was still polite and respectful. "It's clear to me that your daughter and I just met, and we haven't seen each other for a long time. However, I know that I love her. Very much so that I am willing to live in Sp
