We had just returned mom and I finally took a dress, well the one she had chosen I must admit that it was not bad. Ah God I wonder where this story of marriage will lead us Irma already hates me but mom is not wrong at all if she is really she can only be happy.

It was 5pm when we entered the sumptuous house of Mr. Moab, once inside we found Irma in the living room, dad and my brother, as well as a gentleman from the back, it didn't take a genius to guess that it was Mr. Moab, strangely my heart began to beat at full...