Unfaithful

Sotomayor fixed her gaze on that woman, appreciating every detail of her dress, her veil, and her slow and steady walk with her father's arm. She observed the bow that Yukio made to Mr. Matsume and received his daughter's hand in the center of the red carpet on the way to the altar. Yukio took her hand; they were just a few steps away from the minister of the ceremony. He walked with pride, but she simply didn't take another step.

Sotomayor smiled; the envelope that Tori kept hidden behind the enormous bow of her dress didn't escape her detailed gaze. She recognized that envelope; she knew something was about to happen. She observed the troubled faces of the Matsume and the Tanarro; she enjoyed the show, although she had no idea what she had caused.

She liked to play with chance, uncertainty, and destiny; she was excited to think about the countless possibilities that a situation like this could trigger. At that moment, she felt pleasure cou