I can't imagine what really happened last night. Or maybe, I really don't want to think about it because of shame.

After that, Diego took Don Cleo out to talk to him. Diego made Don Cleo believe that I was already in the room and should not be disturbed anymore.

The next day we were complete at the dinner table. I almost crushed the steak on my plate because of Diego's stare at me.

I still hate him. Period.

"Hija, would you like to practice again at our shooting range? For advantage. Martial arts and guns, that's it." said Don Cleo.

I shook my head and drank my milk. I...