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The damp heat as they stood outside Pico n***o’s tiny chapel was unlike anything Elena had ever experienced before, and yet it didn’t seem to bother Alessandro at all as he introduced her to his mother, Teresa Escobar, who had laughing dark eyes and who seemed much taller than her modest height actually indicated. Maybe that was just the force of her personality; Elena could see right away why Gabriel had selected her as one of the new Escobar elders.
“And when will I see you walking down the aisle, Elena?” Teresa asked.
That question might have made her blush…if she and Alessandro hadn’t already agreed upon a date. It had seemed safer to have their plans in place before they came to Pico n***o to attend Ava and Gabriel’s wedding.
“At the end of September,” Elena said. “The weather
