I was relieved when I opened my eyes to realize that it was a dream; where two pairs of honey-colored eyes were looking at me. What was I doing, dreaming about the Lancaster twins?
It was an hour before breakfast time, when my father invited me to talk about some business matter that was still pending and about his sermon upon realizing the ill-treatment I received from Amelia.
I didn't want to waste any more time, so I got up to get ready and prepare breakfast for Tristán. This time, Paul was not in the kitchen waiting to surprise me with a ready meal. However, Maga was in there preparing breakfast for everyone.
My heart constricted at the memory of last night's cancellation. It wasn't fair to him, I know, but managing the last-minute setback was more important, and after talking to Al
