As the lady of Santa Aurelia, Alicia accomplished in a few months what she had known how to do for years: organize, manage, repair.
But this time no one stole the credit.
Cristóbal presented her as his equal in all matters of the estate.
He asked for her opinion.
He listened.
He respected her in public and in private.
For Alicia, that was a new form of happiness.
Not the loud happiness of dances.
The real one:
waking up without fear.
A year later their daughter was born—a little girl with dark eyes and a serious expression that made Alicia laugh despite her exhaustion.
“It looks like she arrived in the world ready to argue everything,” Cristóbal murmured.
“Then she will be invincible,” Alicia replied.
