IVAN SMITH
I caught Stela by the hand and led her to the outdoor area near the pool. From afar, I could already notice how elegant the environment was. As soon as we got closer, I smelled the delicious aroma of the banquet—a candlelit dinner in the open air. Elza had surprised me and exceeded all my expectations.
I pulled the chair out so Stela could sit down and settle at the head of the table. I noticed that she was surprised by this dinner. I wasn't a romantic man; I was always objective and practical in my relationships with women, but Stela managed to instigate me to do things to please her.
We enjoyed a nice dinner and talked; sometimes, she even made me smile. Yet, I realized she still wasn't entirely with me. I could feel that she had some reservations about me, questioning me a
