Chapter 44

“Come to the dining area, everything is prepared,” he said. “Our sweet Dulce’s cooking smells good Andrea.” I glared in his direction. Sweet Dulce? Barf! She’s not your daughter, I thought angrily and marched to the dining area where my baby was busy setting up the table. “I’ll help you,” I said as I took a plate from her hands. Our arms brushed accidentally which elicited a reaction from both of us. I took a deep breath while she gasped low and blushed. Our parents came...