Remembering the first time she had seen it, having already been bowled over by the size and beauty of Marisa and Diego’s spectacular residence, just a few lanes away, Briana could still recall her jaw dropping at her first glimpse of the dazzling white mansion with its secluded drive lined with acacia and tipuana trees. It looked no less beautiful and imposing now, resplendent in the late-afternoon sunshine, and not for the first time she was seized with nerves at seriously contemplating living there for good. The parallels with her experience of living two weekends out of four with her father in his large house in Dorset—far less grand than this—still hovered painfully in her mind. She hadn’t ever fitted in there, nor been made welcome, and she wondered how she would fare now in Pascual’s palatial home. Trepidation was gathering inside her at the prospect of seeing his family again…especially his mother Paloma, who had disliked Briana on sight. Drawing her attention firmly back to the present, Adán stirred, suddenly wide awake and alert.
What do You think about The Buenos Aires Marriage Deal?
