18

A hotel that couldn't be described in words, in front of Hawaii's beaches, stopped to arrive that night. Amber felt like a commoner turned queen. Everything around him was spectacular. The night they arrived, they made love until they were tired, and then she went to the hotel bar for a drink, while Andrea talked to his parents about their marriage.

She didn't want to be inopportune, but when she saw that the blessed Evangelina began to scold her son for getting married without telling her anything, for not inviting her, and even more for her not knowing anything about his wife, she realized that there would be plenty of it in the room.

"A glass of red wine," he said, sitting down on the stool in front of the bar.

She had put on a long burgundy dress with a slit in the leg and a neckline in the back. Her hair was loose, stunning, making her look more beautiful than she was.

A picturesque young man handed him the glass with a pleasant smile. She immediately liked the boy; he seemed her