The False Affair

alized how pointless the tour was. Except for a few redesigns and re-painting here and there, everything was the same. Needless to say, the tour was completely useless. But to fulfill

the large mahogany table that had

munching on either the salad, pork, rice, or one of the many other delicacies. And

amily be th

silence, she would. But just when she began to actually believe that it could ha

acefully. “I just remembered the first time Mom had to kill one of her pigs. It was for the housew

ants of the table to laugh. That was his intention; to relieve some of

al animal only to have us devour it the next day.” Leonardo, the first of

got to say, the pig tasted divine.” That did it. The whole room burst

seem so much like a pain in the ass anymore. She had even forgotten all about sitting across her menace

t-shaped face for reasons unknown to her. Uncomfortably, she shifted in her chair, and lifting her wine glass, she sippe

s back on the table,

. “Nothing baby. You j

mongst everyone seated here, I haven’t seen you in the longest while. You’re a woman

she was barely maturing. And now, she looked like a whole

ner as a family. I haven’t felt

o deliver some really heartbreaking news. Something she presumed was the reason for the exquisite and unnecessary larger-than-life dinner in the first pla

a the stink eye, before sipping from the glass. When she set the wine glass back down, she spoke in that very formal tone she h

blings turned th

entire night?” Ricardo chuckled nervously then tilted his head in the direction of Veronica who was non-stop sipping from her wine. His expression screame

nd I are getti

ears, Lara would never have imagined. Her parents, to her, were the ideal of how a couple should be.

orty years loving her and would spend the next forty years still loving her. But this is something we have sat down together to decide. We think it would benefit

hem said a word. While her father was staring at all of them expectan

d that when she gets married, someday, it would be just like her parents. Now the

ed teeth, Lara spat out at her mother

r remaine

it say s

issa!” Her fat

lously large bouquet. “I’m sorry to interrupt. These flowers ca

suitors. Plus if she had, they certainly didn’t co

It has your na

es the c

San Luis, Ms. Martinez. I

definitely wasn’t one of those stupid weekly match-makings. This, this was somethi

e bag, Veronica Flores Martinez e