Chapter 203 — The First Kiss

Fabián Castell’s house smelled like a family Sunday: freshly baked homemade bread, stew simmering slowly, wine poured before noon, and that murmur of plates, voices, and footsteps that only appears when everyone senses something important is about to happen. Isabel moved back and forth in her floral apron, stirring pots and arranging platters as if she were preparing a presidential banquet and not a simple family lunch.

At the living room table, Fabián was already