now was meant to be the true union. It was supposed to be the moment I introduced the woman I loved to the people who raised me. I had sat my family down weeks prior, pleading with them to keep their sharp tongues in check. I knew how intimidating they could be, and I wanted Natalia to feel safe.
I walked to the edge of the pool, my shoes clicking against the stone, and looked at Camila. “Tell me you didn’t do this,” I said, my voice dangerously low. She
