“Dorms and apartments?” Alfonso looked at Siena with his eyes widened in surprise, as though he had just realized about the fact they missed. “I know Grandpa was a hotelier. He always built hotel, resort, or villa. But we have searched every accommodation to no avail. Why don’t we try searching another property, like apartment or dormitory?” Siena gave her idea, looking excited. “Geez, Cherry! You are absolutely genius!” Alfonso complimented in a shout. He immediately took out his cellphone and activated it again. Then he called his assistant, and instructed him to search information about all the apartments and dormitories in Melbourne. “Yes, James, search carefully this time! You have twelve hours!” Alfonso ordered in a stern voice. Siena covered her mouth with her hand while laughing. Once again Alfonso was ac

 “Are you sure this is the place, Mrs. Dayton?” Siena could not believe her eyes when Mona said they had arrived at the place where they could meet Madam Belova. Because they were standing right in front of a bar! “Yeah…, Madam Belova is an easy going woman and always enjoys her life. Though she is not a young lady anymore, but she is always young at heart. And she loves to have fun. I think that’s why she hasn’t got married till now,” Mona responded casually. Oh, Siena fought the urge to shut Mona’s mouth at once to prevent her from saying those words! How would Alfonso feel upon hearing that? Would he think negatively about his mother? Alfonso turned very quiet now, reminding Siena of the moment when they were in Palma. Back at that moment, he was in wrath because of his bad memory about Palma. Did it mean he was also in a bad temper now

  Alfonso stood solemnly in front of a grave. The text carved on the tombstone was: Elena Belova, beloved wife of Alberto Garcia and dearest mother of Alfonso Garcia.     “Elena herself asked the particular text to be carved on her grave stone,” Irina explained, as if understanding what Alfonso had on his mind.     Alfonso felt his heart tighten painfully inside his chest, the grief was suffocating him. His mother had never forsaken him and his father.     Their names were carved on his mother’s tombstone. Why did his father never tell the truth about his mother?     “Don’t get it wrong, Alfonso. During his life time, your father regularly visited Elena’s grave, at least five times a year. But he never had the guts to bring you with him. Maybe the pain and the guilt kept on haunting him for his entire life. He felt guilty for not being

 Siena stirred in her sleep with her eyes still shut. She didn’t want to wake up. Instead she just wanted to keep lying on her bed cozily, recalling the wonderful night she had with Alfonso.  Alfonso tightened his arms wrapping around her waist protectively, when he felt her moving. In fact, he had waked up almost half an hour ago. And all he could do was watching the girl lying next to him, admiring her beauty and her charm. He never seemed to get tired of watching Siena.  His heart was overwhelming with satisfaction and euphoria from their love making last night. Last night was a whole new experience for him. He realized Siena was not to be compared to any other woman. He had made love to her with all his heart. It wasn’t lust, but love that conquered him!  He never knew that love making would feel so wonderful like that. And Siena was the only one who cou

 Alfonso left Irina’s office about an hour later. A satisfaction smile plastered on his face because finally he managed to persuade Irina. Irina did not mind if he wanted to move his mother’s grave to Los Angeles, to be placed side by side with his grandfather’s and his father’s graves. Now he could not wait to meet Siena to tell her the good news.  Alfonso strode into the café where Siena was supposed to be waiting, but he couldn’t find her. He stopped in his tracks as he realized who was sitting at a table in the café instead. Gloria?  “Hi, Alfonso….” Gloria greeted, flashing a wide smile on her face.  All at once he felt uneasy. “What are you doing here? Where is Siena?” he asked in an irritated tone.  “Why do you always treat me like this?”