Rays of midday light streamed through the glass panels of the wide windows of that luxurious room.Daniel Glint, with his eyes closed, wrinkled his face from the discomfort and warmth that the brightness gave.On top of the large mattress of his bed began to wake up. Stirred his naked body between the sheets, managing to wake up little by little, rubbing his eyelids and massaging his temples. He was carrying a slight headache.It was the twenty-sixth of December. He had barely been able to celebrate the dates the day before, since on the twenty-fourth he had decided to open the GLINT bar, the largest and most original home of his most prized possessions.He looked to his right, he was not alone.He sighed, feeling annoyed with himself for being so absent-minded.He pulled himself up to a sitting position, resting his feet on the floor of his bedroom. He looked at the time on his cell phone, it was 12:30. He turned his face to the blonde still lying on the bed, apparently also naked.H
(The wedding's day). Carla was silent for the entire drive. She took a deep breath as the van drove through the black-painted iron gates of the large open-air garage of her new home.As B.J. parked the vehicle and turned it off, he glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She closed her eyes and stayed that way for several seconds. He would give her all the time she needed.The moment he tried to get out of the vehicle, she spoke:"Don't yet." Her soft voice cut through the van.He obeyed. Carla sighed."How much do you know?""Excuse me?""How much do you know about what's going to happen today," she said without a questioning tone."As much as necessary, Miss...""Davis," she snapped. "You were going to call me Bastidas, weren't you? I'm not married to him yet."He cleared his throat but said nothing about it.She looked at Gladis through the glass, who came out to greet her. The lady was already frowning because no one was getting out of the car."B.J., I don't have anyone in this t
(The wedding's day.) When Mr. Bastidas arrived at the mansion, since he was out that day to fulfill some work obligations, according to what he told, Gladis, the housekeeper, informed him just as he entered that Miss Davis was already in the house getting ready for the wedding, which would take place in a few hours.Max walked to the far end of the courtyard (east direction, leaving from the house) where, on top of a brick-colored ceramic floor, the hired organization installed, together with the workers of the mansion, a small awning, a comfortable space decorated with white fabrics, some chairs which practically surrounded the table where the minister, the bride and groom would be seated.He nodded, satisfied with the result. Walked there, not only to make sure everything was all right, but also to add beauty and comfort, luxury, if necessary, thinking to give Carla a good ceremony."What about the photographers?""I was informed that they're coming, sir. I'm still waiting for info
Only took Maximiliano Bastidas five minutes to get down and approach the awning. However, after briefly greeting those present, he excused himself so that he could leave for a few minutes; to take care of something urgent before the ceremony.He walked to the opposite end of the courtyard, specifically the guardhouse, looking for B.J., whom he found polishing the van assigned to him.The bodyguard straightened his massive frame, nodding at the presence of his boss."Sir?""B.J., can I talk to you?"The agent nodded."Of course.""Is it safe here?" Max looked around."Yes, sir.""Good." He approached him, creating a kind of confidence that would keep curious onlookers away from what he would say next. "Carla told me that she asked you to be a witness at the wedding, but it won't be necessary.""Yes, sir, I understand.""No, you still don't understand. You must not comply with such a command."B.J. nodded like a trained military man, alert to those words."You will be her caretaker, you
Carla was congratulated by everyone, including the employees who set the table and served the dishes that Max had prepared, with Gladis' supervision, to share with those present.Amidst the appetizers with tartlet dough and salad, the main course (fish Milanese, purple cabbage salad with sweet mustard) and various desserts, between coconut and pastille, white wine, soda, and water, Carla 'now' de Bastidas, watched and kept quiet, smiled and nodded at the serene faces of everyone.It gave her time to think about the lack of things that she knew as traditional for that part of the world, or at least that thousands of families used to add to ceremonies like this: there was no cake to nibble, no bolo decorated with dolls representing the bride and groom; no crossing of arms to give the other person a drink from the glasses or same broken against the floor, no coins, no myrrh and there was no traditional vow written by the couple. There was no romantic dance, no prenuptial march, no live m
"I know what you are trying to do and thank you, but it's not necessary."Seda and Lenis looked at each other. They expected Carla to say those words.Max's mother entered the room assigned for the new lady after the other two women had done so. She settled into one of the two chairs that surrounded the small tea table located by the window, while Lenis chose to pull the armchair in the corner and sit there and Carla, trying to keep her distance, decided to sit on the bed.At first, the newlywed didn't understand why these women were there, together, with some plan in mind. The secretary began to talk about her wedding with George in Türkiye, mentioning the hard and the good aspects of everything she had experienced with the lawyer that day. Seda sent out for canapés and white wine as the conversation flowed, all laughter, all friendliness, pure entertainment.Then Carla realized that both women were trying to make her laugh, to get her to put aside the bag of tension and let off some
At that moment, the door rang."Come in," said Carla.Maximiliano opened the wood and raised his eyebrows at the sight of the three women gathered in that alcove, with drinks, snacks, and laughter. For a moment he felt afraid to be there."What's going on here?"Seda rolled her eyes and stood up."We are conspiring against you, dear son, don't you see? Lenis, let's go. The bride and groom will want to be alone.""What? No, don't worry, Mrs. Seda, we can continue talking," a nervous Carla said.Her mother-in-law was serious, they were leaving the bedroom.And they did so without looking back or adding anything else, closing the door.Carla tilted her head a little to one side and went about arranging things that were already taken care of, all to avoid the idea of being alone with him, now that they were husbands and wives."We're going on a trip tomorrow afternoon.""What?" The information caused Carla to turn all her attention to Maximiliano."If you want to rest now, do it, but then
"FAMILY UNION?" was the almost joking headline, playing at not being sensationalist, that read the showbiz section of the newspaper that Daniel Glint was reading that December morning.His toast, coffee, jam, and slices of ham and cheese were forgotten thanks to the absolute concentration that the owner of that city's nightlife poured over the pages."Businessman Maximiliano Bastidas, founder and CEO of one of the most powerful consortiums in the country, and Carla Davison, daughter of the recently deceased Fred Davison, founder of the English corporation Davison & Associates, have married in the intimacy of the Bastidas mansion, this twenty-sixth of December of this year."Under a simple ceremony, the only guests were the couple's closest friends."Bastidas and Davison had already known each other for several years, the bride being part of the Bastidas payroll, serving as head of the corporation's Protocol Department."'We decided not to let any more time pass for our love to be bles