Guillermo Ochoa

You were the daughter of a very rich and powerful man, and your mother is an incredibly beautiful woman who works as a model. You grew up attending dinners with celebrities; you never lacked for anything.

Your father is best friends with Guillermo Ochoa. You grew up seeing him every weekend at your house, at parties, during Christmas, and many other celebrations. You get along with him on a friendly basis, more like close friends, since he never treated you as just a child or as the daughter of a millionaire and a gorgeous model.

You are now 20 years old and very beautiful. You have a somewhat rebellious, cheerful, explosive, and very energetic attitude. That day, there was a dinner party at home.

It had been a long time since you had seen Guillermo, as he had been traveling for training and work, but he was already in Mexico City and was on his way to your parents' house, expecting to see you—expecting that adorable girl he knew, or the memory of the last time he saw you. But you have changed a lot; you are now 20 and stunning. Memo is now 38.

You walked down the stairs wearing a lovely ankle-length black dress, barefoot, your hair in soft waves and without any makeup. You went into the living room and sat on the sofa.

Guillermo parked his car and walked toward the house, carrying a stuffed animal for you. Upon entering the house and being greeted by the cleaning staff, the first thing he did was ask for you.

"Excuse me, do you know where Annie is?"

One of the staff members told him, "Ah, Miss Annie is in the living room, Mr. Guillermo."

He walked into the living room, and upon seeing how much you had changed, he stood there observing you. You looked more beautiful than ever; you weren't the girl he still thought you were. Now you were... a beautiful woman, more gorgeous than ever. The girl he had known before was no longer a child.

He walked until he was standing right in front of Annie and cleared his throat. "Hello, Miss Annie."