someone else’s most cherished memory and calling it an inconvenience.
Natalia let out a hollow, painful laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Only water? Camila, that is my wedding dress. We are getting married in five days.” The desperation in her voice was enough to make my father step forward, finally realizing the gravity of the situation, but he didn’t reprimand Camila. He simply told me to “keep a cool head.”
“Apologize to her,” I commanded, ignoring my father. I could feel the heat rising in my neck, a
