STEFANO
The following day, I leave my hotel room, my mind preoccupied with the unexpected business I need to attend to in Mexico. The trip wasn’t planned, but it provides a good opportunity to check on my family’s ventures here, ensuring everything is running smoothly. As I approach the front desk to check out, the receptionist stops me, informing me that a package arrived for me this morning. Confusion furrows my brow, as I’m not expecting anything, and few people were aware of my presence here. A flicker of hope ignites within me, wondering if perhaps it’s a surprise from Andrea and what it could be.
I can vividly recall the way her cheeks turned pink last night as I spoke about my ideal woman in front of her mom and grandmother. The memory brings a smile to my face, and I couldn’t wa
