Antonio and Abuelo stood by the archway, a little way off, watching the spectacle unfold in the grand living room.

Ernesto was in his element, holding court. He had one woman draped over each arm, laughing loudly, his head thrown back, as he twirled them around. They giggled, fawning over him, their dresses swirling as he dipped one, then spun the other, a grin plastered across his face.

He looked like he hadn't a care in the world, like he was the king of the castle, and these two were his loyal subjects.

Abuelo grunted, watching Ernesto twirl one of the women.

"So, this is what's been occupying his mind...