Alexander

Las Almas feels different tonight. You stand in the restaurant's lobby in an evening gown, adjusting the hem, and then enter the dining room.

Alejandro is already waiting at a table by the window. He's wearing an impeccable black suit, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck. He looks both dangerous and alluring.

Seeing you, he stands up, his gaze slowly sweeping over your figure, full of genuine admiration. As you approach, he walks around the table to pull out a chair for you, and his warm hand touches your shoulder.

“Feliz día, mi reina,” he whispers with an accent, making my heart beat faster. “Today you outshine all the stars over Mexico.”