Albert's POV
The blue-eyed woman greets everyone, then sits at another table with the i***t who won't leave her side. I finish my speech and stride off the stage, ready to confront her, but many businessmen stop me along the way, and I have to have several drinks with them before going to my table.
After a moment, I manage to break away from the men who are a real nuisance, the same men who in the past didn't believe in me and now loudly praise my intelligence. But I'm not a traitor; I'm a grateful man, and I know that I'm where I am primarily thanks to Alejandro, and secondly to Demetrio Laureti, the father of the woman who owns my dreams, desires, and, why not say it, is the owner of my nightly tears.
I walk confidently to the table where Eva and the others are, and I sit in my old se
