“Mom, did you forget what we agreed on?” Catarina turns toward her mother, visibly uncomfortable.

“I did, sweetheart, but this is different. We're talking about your wedding bands.”

“I don't care about that!” she blurts out, unable to hide her irritation.

“But your father does!” Andrea shoots back, leaving no room for discussion. “So just go with Henri. I'm sure the two of you will enjoy some time alone.”

At that moment, Catarina feels like screaming, protesting, begging not to be forced into a