My brother’s girlfriend called me a “stinky country girl” at her engagement party… not knowing that I was the owner of the hotel.

toe. Her smile stayed, but her eyes shifted.

“Oh… you’re Andrés’s sister.”

“Yes. I’m Valeria.”

“Of course,” she said, barely touching my hand. “The one from the village.”

A few of her friends laughed softly.

I remained calm. “Yes. That one.”

She leaned closer, pretending to speak privately, but loud enough for others to hear.

“You should have told us you continue reading …