19. My Headache
Franco
I am in my office reading some cases when there's a knock on the door. I look up to see my secretary entering.
"Sir, Mrs. Dorantes is here to see you." I frown slightly. My godmother didn't tell me she was coming. I stand up to straighten my suit. After all, she is a renowned designer and will likely notice my attire.
"Let her in."
She leaves, and I remain standing, waiting for the woman I hold so dear.
"Franco, my boy. Thank you for seeing me. But I wanted to know what you thought of Amelia."
My godmother has always been a part of my life, and I know she treats me like the son she never had, just as I see her as a second mother.
"What did I think of her in what sense?" I sense there's something behind her words.
"Well, I thought that perhaps, with the inter
