I was afraid of Enrique's mother, who I couldn't face just yet. Enrique, on the other hand, refused to let me stay in our room. “Excuse me? Is it okay if I stay in our room?” I pleaded with him.
“No way. Let's hear what she has to say first, and then we'll tell them about ourselves.” He replied, grabbing my hand and refusing to let go.
I confessed, "I'm terrified."
“What a moron!” I'm here, baby, and I'm not going to let them hurt you.” Finally, he said something that made me feel happy. “Don't worry, and they're pleasant and typically sweet.” He reassured me.
The woman who had yelled at his son before had been nothing but nasty! “She didn't say anything about me.” She was just interested in seeing you in the study. Are you afraid to meet her alone, oh come on? Admit it, you scumbag!”
