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Andrea wasn't nervous about whether Evangelina was going to accept Amber, rather he was dying of nerves because he knew that the woman in question was surely going to give him a slap on the ear, and, with that, a tongue syrup too, and it's not that he wasn't old enough to make his own decisions. it was just that Evangelina Anderson always told them: "I don't care how old you are, I am your mother here, and I will always be, so I will see to it that you are honorable men, and respectful of your women."

When they arrived at the mansion, Andrea took Amber by the hand and walked with her inside, Amber was trembling with fear, she already imagined a fat lady, with short hair, and a witch's face, but what her eyes saw when they entered the room left her totally amazed.

The woman in question, who must have been a little over fifty years old, barely looked forty, she was so elegant and beautiful. Her black hair pierced her buttocks, her gray eyes glistened behind her glasses, and the smile on