Chapter 12
The Gonçalves & Espírito Santo Families’ Penthouse
8:43 p.m.
“Ready to enter the lions’ den?” Sophia asked Alistair, smiling.
“Are they going to eat me alive?”
“They might…” she joked. And rang the bell of her grandmother’s penthouse.
“Sophia!” A short, thin, old woman wearing an elegant black dress flung the double doors wide. She opened her arms, hugged Sophia and launched into a string of questions in Portuguese.
Sophia laughed and answered her, hugging her back.
“Alistair, may I have the honor to introduce you to my grandmother, Angelica Gonçalves,” she said in English, and lowered her voice to a mocking whisper, “be careful around her, she puts spells in her food.” Angelica and Sophia laughed. And again she lowered her voice to a whisper. “And you be careful too, he
