Sheila’s POV

“You seem happy with the union,” Lisa said as I stepped into the house. Mom and Dad took Alfredo off my hands for me to prepare our room with the helpers as they hadn’t expected us to come so soon.

“I didn’t think you wanted to talk to me anymore,” I said as I took the stairs that would lead me to my room. Some helpers followed behind me with the bags we brought.

He had taken out his time to remove some clothes I packed for him, insisting that he had never worn so much.

My room was almost the same as his as I stepped in,...