SOFIA
Joaquin stopped in front of the Hilton Hotel, stepped out and passed the keys to the valet. He came around to open my door and helped me out. I wore wide black pants and a wrap top that looked like a suit jacket. All of his men came and opened the door for us to walk through. I nodded thank you. I thought we were headed to their rooms, but he pulled me into the restaurant and pointed at the older couple and the young woman sitting at a table with six tall men standing around them.
“Father, Mother, good to see you. Alessandra, don’t you look beautiful!”
Joaquin’s sister and mother jumped up in excitement and hugged him around the neck; he switched between them both for a hug. I glanced over to his father, and he stared at me with a harsh glare. Clearing my throat, I extended my han
