CYNTHIA
When Lupe called me to join the Santiago family in the study, I wasn’t sure why I was needed. But I was not going to argue and made my way there. Knocking on the door and after hearing a faint ‘come in’, I walked in. Beatrice was sitting on the chair, her face was red and her eyes swollen.
“Are you okay?” I asked, sitting down on the chair next to her and holding her hand in mine while I rubbed her knuckles in reassurance.
“I’ll be fine,” she replied, flatly. I pulled my hand away and looked at Lorenzo, who was staring at us with those ‘are you finished?’ eyes.
“I called you both because we found out the President of Colombia is visiting Italy to make negotiations with the Italian Prime Minister. I’m pretty sure your father will be there, so I want you to attend th
