I got into the car, a beautiful dark blue sedan with leather seats that seemed to envelop me softly. Celeste took the wheel, and only then, as I turned to look at her, did I realize how beautiful she was, despite being over forty years old. What caught my attention the most were her eyes, with such a lively hue that they seemed to be magenta-colored. Her face exuded elegance, as well as beauty and what seemed to be a strong, indomitable will.
Undoubtedly, Celeste was not only a wealthy and beautiful woman, but also a queen. It no longer surprised me that she had attained an important position in the community, as Aly had told me, and that many women, and even men, envied her. I couldn't be prouder that she was my mother.
The car started, and we passed through the automatic gate guarding
