Alejandro's Pov
It’s been days, series of stupid days. She doesn’t speak to me, she doesn’t look at me, she barely breathes when I’m near her.
Another day passes and it’s still the same.
She makes breakfast for her father-in-law, my father, takes it up to him, chats with the old man for a while, comes down, walks past me and into my car. And then I drive her to the golf club where she runs a few errands for the growth of the family.
Then she sits back into my car, and I drive her home.
The cycle repeats.
It’s been days, more than a few days, yet there’s been no change.
Today is another day.
I pace across my room, frustration simmering beneath my skin. Mariana's silence is suffocating me. It’s the seventh day, and just like before, we’ve just returned from the gold club, yet she's
