IVAN SMITH
As soon as we passed through the gates of the house, I saw that Stela was surprised. I liked the finer things in life and could afford to have everything I wanted. The place I'm living in was extravagant for a man who lives alone.
We stopped in the parking lot, and I opened the door for her. I placed my hand at the base of her back, guiding her to the entrance. When we entered, I noticed she was even more surprised. I tried not to pay attention to it, and she didn't say anything either; she just stood in the middle of the room, looking at me.
"Feel free, dear, lunch will be served soon. Do you want something to drink while you wait?"
"No, thank you, I'm fine," she replied dryly.
I knew she was still very upset about this whole story. I approached her, held her hands, and ma
