As soon as Diego opened the door between the garage and house, my stomach growled at the delicious aroma permeating the kitchen coming from a stock pot on the stovetop. The woman at the counter looked up and smiled. If I were to guess, she was older than Josefina. Her dark hair had gray highlights and was pulled back in a stark bun. Her trim figure was covered by a black dress and apron. Her eyes shone as she looked at Aléjandro.
“Bienvenida a casa," she said.
“Thank you," I replied. “Something smells divine."
Aléjandro greeted her with a hug and returned his arm to my waist. “Viviana, this is mi esposa, Mia Roríguez. Mia, Viviana, the master of everything. I swear there's nothing this woman can't do." He looked out over the living room.
My gaze went with his. We both chuckled, seei
