LARA's POV :
The days passed quickly and everything went smoothly for Dylan and me. He would pick me up from school—and when he didn't have time he would send his driver to pick me up.
One Saturday morning I stayed at home. I wanted to help with the housework, so I decided to help elder Rosita to clean the entire house. She didn't want to agree at first but I insisted.
"Honey, your husband might be angry with me if he catches us cleaning. Just leave me alone 'cause I can handle it. Go ahead and take a shower and I'm sure he'll be home by now." I wanted to help, but elder Rosita really didn't want to.
I had just finished taking a shower at exactly nine in the morning. Until I heard the sound of Dylan's car. I immediately ran down to greet my husband.
"Babe, you just left earlier—why d
