Camila
“Lo lamento, la señorita. Tu padre is in a meeting and requested that you remain in your room."
Standing in my doorframe, I stared at Miguel, my arms crossed over my chest. My wet long hair lay in a braid over my shoulder. After my discussion with Dante and Catalina, I made the mature decision to sulk in my room. That moping lasted beyond dinner.
While I wanted to cry, I was mostly angry.
This situation was exactly where I never wanted to be. Watching women marry men they barely knew was something I swore I would never do. Over the hours as I stared up at my ceiling watching the fan swirl, I realized Mama and Papá thought with Rei they were saving me from that fate. I knew him. On top of that, we were close in age. I think he's only a year older than I.
Instead of sulking, I
