Natalie couldn’t avoid Maura’s father forever, although Maura tried her damndest to keep them apart. She protested wanting to put Camilla to bed early, hoping to get the three of them out of public eye, and quickly. Of course, that was a problem.
“Where are you guys gonna stay?” Daphne asked, her voice slurring a little. Most of the family was on their second or third drink. Right. No party like a Puerto Rican party.
“I assumed here,” Maura said pointedly. Her dad wasn’t in the room, and that was reassuring, but she was hoping that he’d back her up this time.
“No room, not with Ariella and Max,” Daphne said. It took a moment to remember that Abuela actually had a name.
Maura gave her father and Daphne a look. She could not believe this. “You asked us to visit,” she pointed out coolly,
