Chapter 20‘I WOULD CHOOSE TO have you with me when I fly home, Leonor,’ said Mateo.
‘You are a nice boy. God will decide when you die. Not your fears. You have a nice time at your sister’s wedding. It is a sacred occasion. Don’t pester all the pretty girls, Mateo,’ as she waved an arthritic finger at him. ‘You will know the right one when she appears.’
Señora Acosta had distracted him for the entire flight, and now that they had landed, taxiing toward the terminal, his mind turned to Camila. She’s so beautiful, he thought. He pictured her sitting with her two sisters at the funeral of his uncle a year ago. He hadn’t been able to stop turning and looking at her.
He could see her smile, white teeth against smooth copper skin, and wavy dark hair. Her sisters were opposites. He pursed his l
