PART FIVE: THE TWO-FACED MAN I LIVE WITH

PART FIVE: THE TWO-FACED MAN I LIVE WITH

CHAPTER SIX

Finally the doors of the Bellarmine’s club opened to all the people who had been waiting outside for that moment. There was anything in the world more beautiful than that moment Stefan’s eyes were looking at.

Just the kind of people he always expected to be in those celebrations ran by the Muriel family.

The smile on his face couldn’t be prouder, he was seeing what he always dreamed about. He couldn’t just understand how his brother was pleased by seeing poor people, dressed in the most modest suits and dresses. Whoever could see the clear difference between the brothers, it was a pity no one had declared the existence of that difference.

All Judith could see from the right corner of the salon was how Stefan’s expression had changed. He was not the kind of man her father one day described. He was obnoxious with one though in his mind; be the most powerful man in the world. It was enough to see the way he looked at the peop