An hour after they arrived in her home at San Miguel, few of their neighbors find a reason or two to pass by her residence. She arched her eyebrows every time, a motorcycle would slow down in front of her gate. Her neighbors would be dying to know the truth to the rumor that she was back in town – with no other than Jefferson.

Of all the curious people, there was one person who was never contented to just pass by her property and stopped in front of the gate. The woman didn’t stop to press the doorbell until Gabriella opened the gate. Her face was red with anger,...