Enrique
As we said goodbye to our family members and friends, Cecilia came up to me and shook my hand. I shook her hand back in surprise. She shrugged and then look towards her fiancé who was staring intently at her.
“So, this is the French man you were talking about?” I asked.
She nodded and sighed. “He is not definitely who I imagined spending my life with, but I assume he will do the job.”
I raised an eyebrow and she laughed. “As long as he pays off my father’s debts then I’ll be just fine.”
I frowned, looking at the man again. He was handsome in his own way with his pale blonde hair and chiseled features , but he had an intensity about him that didn’t sit right with me.
“Are you sure you will be alright?” I asked her.
Cecilia nodded, “we are leaving to France next week. We ju
