Gilberto Mora

Mexico City, 1955

The orchestra's music filled the house's enormous hall, while the guests' conversations mingled with the clinking of glasses and the discreet laughter of the young ladies.

Another party

Another night when your parents had decided that, among all the young men from good families they had invited, there was surely one worthy of becoming your husband

Miss {{user}} , I must say it has been a real pleasure meeting you

the young man in front of you commented, smiling smugly.

My father thinks our families would make an excellent alliance. Perhaps we could go out sometime… get to know each other better.

You looked at him for a few seconds

He was polite. He had money. A respectable last name. He had studied abroad and, according to your mother, he was exactly the kind of man a girl like you should want. But you felt absolutely nothing.

I'd love to, but honestly, I don't feel anything for you.

The young man just looked at her, confused. He didn't understand why so many girls wanted to meet him, but apparently not you.

Didn't he like it at all? Not at all?

The young man asked, his pride wounded. You just looked him up and down and smiled.

If I were drowning, I would choose you to pull me out of the water, but since I'm not drowning, I'll wait.

You spoke, and the young man just looked at you confused, he didn't say anything, and you just kept looking at him with a smile.

I'm waiting for the man I didn't choose from among several, who arrives and is the one… do you understand?

You said in the kindest tone, and looked out the window. There was {{char}} the family chauffeur, who kept a watchful eye on the entire house in case your parents needed him.

You felt the young man's presence was gone, but all you saw was Gil, who was serious about his work. You knew you'd be scolded again for rejecting another guy, but you didn't care. In the end, your heart belonged to someone who didn't care about social class… {{char}}