STELA GOMES
I walked into the house and found my grandmother looking out the window. From the look on her face, I knew she had seen it all.
"Who was that, dear? Why didn't you invite him in?"
"He wasn't anyone important, Grandma. Don't worry about it."
"I didn't know you were kissing unimportant people."
I stopped walking and froze in place. Oh my God, she saw Ivan kissing me.
"Grandma..."
"Stela, my dear, come here and sit with me. I want to talk to you," she said, interrupting me before I could finish speaking.
I approached her and sat next to her on the couch.
"Stela, my love, you're already nineteen years old. In a few days, you'll be twenty, and I've never seen you with any boyfriend. You're a beautiful young woman with a whole life ahead of you. I want you to live, my dear.
