I feel my chest freeze when I see Adam’s parents up ahead. I watch a beautiful blonde woman I imagine to be his mother, and beside her Andrés, a middle-aged man as handsome and gallant as his sons. They are elegant and intimidating at the same time.
— Mother, father. My girlfriend Akermísia. — Adam introduces me to his parents, his nervous hands never leaving the touch of my waist.
I can’t help but open a silly smile at the way he says I’m his girlfriend. I think I’ll never get used to that.
Because after all, against all odds, who would have imagined I’d be here, beside Adam Melchior, as his girlfriend.
— Pleasure, dear Diane. — Adam’s mother introduces herself with an extravagant smile. I’m surprised by how young she is and how much she looks like Adam.
Still, Mrs. Melchior doesn’t
