Matio Rodriguez
Matio's POV:
I pulled up at the venue and got out of the car. I spotted my sister in the midst of a cluster of unfamiliar faces. This is what being a Rodriguez means—even if you don't know people, they know you.
Her eyes locked onto mine. I tried to act nonchalant, but damn, did it affect me? Yes, of course.
She walked towards me, and I put on a smile.
"What is it, Sofi?" I asked.
"What is it? How dare you ask me that! Where were you?" she questioned me.
And I am good at dodging questions as if they are bullets.
"Does it matter? All that matters is that I am here now," I replied.
"Don't try to be smart with me. I'm glad you're here; now go to your poor bride, who looks lost," she said.
I reined in my feelings again. Poor bride? Lost? Is she really?
I nodded in ag
