Diego

It was the year 1914, on a hot June afternoon when the sun was at its peak, on the shore of the lake that surrounded the Zanoli family farm, the youngest daughter of the family was sitting on the shore of the lake, her hair fluttering against the breeze of the wind, quiet afternoons like these were rare after all they were in the middle of a revolution.
With a small sigh she stood up, her dress dragging on the floor as she put her feet into the water of the lake, she listened to the slow and determined steps of Diego, a man rich in livestock, land and more, not long ago his father had died and as betrayal dictated he had to look for a wife.
“What did my mother say?”
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