Stephanie's POV
"Yes, my dear child. I like Alfredo for you. I hope this time you allow us, as your parents arrange your marriage this time." My mother said.
"No! Never!" I panic.
"How could you say that to me, mama?" I ask her. She walk towards me and held me in my arms.
"Stephanie, my dear daughter. We have spoiled you for a long I guess. This matter must be settled at the best time we could do. Please, dear, don't be so stubborn to us, your parents. We know what the best for you, child." Mama said.
"No! How can you say that? I'm forty-one now and you still arranging my marriage? Ma, we are in millennium years now, so why you bring that old crap tradition?! And if this you think what is the best for me. You're wrong?!" I'm panting from my anger. My mother stared at me for a couple
