I run my hand through my hair, thanks to the sudden movements full of my badly contained anger, I have made a disaster the hairstyle that the maids did for me, I pull the lapels of my jacket to smooth it, I get up feeling tormented; not only because of everything I heard about myself in the great banquet hall but also because of the anguished gaze of the lady who a few minutes ago lay prostrate before me. Benhard has called her an indulgent woman, however, her eyes did not convey that aspect when I saw her for the first time. There was defiance in them, as if she had set out to scale an impossible wall and was climbing it at all costs. Although her eyes convey the sensation of sweetness, there is such a characteristic fire in them; but after just a moment ago, his eyes had no spark, they w
