(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
"Good morning," greeted Maximiliano, entering the dining area of his house, to a self-absorbed Carla, reading that morning's entertainment headline.She didn't say good morning back, because, after all, it wasn't good anymore.She managed to get some sleep after the sleeplessness of the early morning. It was snowing outside, so the heating, working perfectly, generated warmth in her room, and waking up, being able to open the curtains and watch the snowflakes fall without pressure, calmed her down a lot. At last, she didn't have to deal with a broken boiler or a boiler that was running at half speed, or maybe the hot water wouldn't come out, or worse, it would come out, but frozen.If she had to travel to London with her new civilian status, she would do so and at the same time would take the opportunity to fulfill her promises, such as visiting her mother on her deathbed, leaving her flowers from her aunt, perhaps meeting again in the cold streets of that beautiful and gigantic city.
The plane landed at London City Airport, one of the six air terminals, the best located and most exclusive, almost always dedicated to business flights.The short crew left the aircraft, dressed in winter clothes because of the mild weather with which the city welcomed them.At the foot of the stairs, a black Bentley with a local license plate was waiting. The chauffeur, dressed much like the bodyguards (black executive suit and tie), adding a luxurious overcoat and dark leather gloves, welcomed the couple as security, being part of the passengers, and opened the doors. After making sure they were inside the vehicle, the driver got in, the engine was already running, and driving the auto on the left side, as was customary in that part of the world, they managed to start the car and leave the airport.Before the Bastidas couple disembarked, the CEO's security did. B.J. and his assistant corroborated that the vehicles they would be using during their stay were out of danger. They activa