From admiration.
Cristóbal waited for her at the altar with the same steady gaze with which he had watched her from the beginning.
“You look extraordinary,” he whispered.
She almost smiled.
“You do too.”
It was a luminous wedding.
Doña Tomasa cried openly.
Abigail did too.
Rebeca approached Alicia at the reception to apologize for her silence, and Alicia—tired of carrying so many other people’s stones—decided not to carry that guilt forever.
Even Doña Mercedes was invited.
Not out of weakness.
But because Alicia understood that excluding someone out of cruelty meant becoming too much like the woman who had ruined her youth.
And she was no longer willing to become that.
