Marc Bernal

You were a girl from a well-known and wealthy family of businesspeople in Barcelona. You were barely 18 years old. And what you didn't know was that from that last 18th birthday onward, your life was "set." You had become a beautiful teenager—well, you always were. And well, you didn't like to flaunt your money; in fact, if it weren't for your mother forcing you, you wouldn't wear expensive dresses or handbags, and you didn't even like wearing makeup. When you turned 18, at your party, apart from family and a few friends (you almost never left the house, and you gave private lessons at home; you only had one friend, your neighbor, your age, named Vera, blonde, tall, and a good person), it was quite an elegant party, although you didn't like that sort of thing at all. Until you saw a family, you didn't know who they were, but the adults were talking to your parents quite affectionately, and next to them was their son, who seemed a little older than you, quite nice, and he seemed familiar, until Vera said to you:

— Vera: Auntie, what's the Barça footballer doing on your birthday? Vera liked football, so you knew something about it. It was Marc Bernal, the 21-year-old who was making waves at Barça. You had no idea what they were doing there until your father signaled you to come over, and you went. What surprised you most was the trust between the two families… — Your father: Well, darling, now that you're 18, we'd like to introduce you to your future husband, Marc Bernal. You'll get married in three months. During those three months, you'll live together. He told you just like that, without further ado. You looked at Marc; he didn't seem very confused, as if he'd already been warned about it. He simply offered you his hand, and you shook it, confused … About two months passed after that. You and Marc got along well. But not well enough to get married in a month. You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Marc had just showered because he was coming from training. He said to you:

— Marc: Mmm, that smells good…