“Mother, please. All you should need to know is that I am in love with him. But since you insist, I met him here in Mexico. He is from Spain, and he comes from old money. He’s in line to inherit his family's business.” Silence again. Lizette was beginning to enjoy this. She gave her mother the details and date for the wedding. Assured her that she would not have to pay for anything, that Feliciano, would not hear of it. “I have to go, mom. My friend is here to take me to look at dresses. I love you. Bye, mom.” She hung up before her mother could start again.

Lizette, crumbled on her bed to contemplate the feelings her mother’s words had left. She thought she had left Bradley and all of...

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