The next morning, Aracely woke up alone in the room, naked, wrapped in sheets. Beside her was a rose, and on the nightstand, breakfast. A note was written on the rose:

“My sweet little one: I went to work, I’ll be in the office with my boss. Arthur and Jake will take you to your check-up with Kate. Take care. If you feel unsafe, just tell me and I’ll go with you. I love you, my little light of my life…”

Ara smiled, took a shower, had breakfast, and went to the living room to wait for Kate. She was coming down the stairs, already dressed, with a smile on her face.

—Hi, Kate.

—Hi, Ara. Did you sleep well? How are you feeling about tonight’s gala?

—I slept well, I… —Ara’s cheeks flushed, and Kate understood.

—NO! Did it really happen? —Ara covered her face and nodded. Kate hugged her tightly. —How do you feel? Was Lucca gentle?

—He was very sweet, Kate. No one has ever been that sweet. He’s wonderful.

—I’m so happy for you. Come on, let’s say goodbye at the office. We’re going to the doc