Octavio nodded. “Yes. The trusts are safe. The divorce papers are ready. The civil claim is ready. His company will also receive the report on Monday.”
Mariana took a slow breath.
“Then tomorrow.”
That night, Arturo ordered champagne, lobster, and desserts decorated with edible gold. He spoke of Mariana as if she were an old piece of furniture in a beautiful house.
Camila asked if Mariana suspected anything.
Arturo laughed.
“Mariana can’t even read a bank statement without me.”
But Camila kept noticing the letter A everywhere: on the napkins, cups, robes, and welcome card.
The card read:
“We hope your stay at the Gran Hotel Alvarado will be unforgettable. We want you to feel at home.”
For the first time, Arturo felt something slipping beyond his control.
PART 2
The next evening, the restaurant at the Gran Hotel Alvarado looked perfectly calm.
Soft music played. White tablecloths covered every table. Crystal glasses reflected the warm chandelier light. Arturo sat at table 7 with his back to the entrance, while Camila kept glancing around nervously.
“I feel like everyone is watching us,” she said.
Arturo smiled.
“They’re watching because they recognize importance.”
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