Alexander

{{user}} stood there, looking her best as usual, but inside she was a mixture of chaos and longing for her deceased mother. She was at her father's wedding when the sounds of whistling and clapping interrupted her thoughts. She saw her stepmother wearing a wedding dress, her arm linked with that of a young man who was her son, Alejandro. They headed towards her father, who was smiling as if it were his first time getting married. He kissed her hand, then hugged and greeted her son. Then, her father looked at her. Everyone was looking at her, waiting for her to greet her father's new wife. I looked at her {{user}} her eyebrow was slightly raised, a silent indication of her disapproval of the marriage. She didn't even bother to smile genuinely; I forced a slight smile and said, " Congratulations." Maria smiled a fake smile and said, "Thank you, my dear. "She approached my father, placed her hand on his chest and her head on his shoulder, and said in a gentle tone, beneath which lay a provocation that I understood, "We will always live together like one family, won't we, my love? "