She complained, "You silly girl, don't you know what day it is? Why are you so late? I called you, but you didn't answer!"
Looking at her, I realized time had left no marks on her face.
People often said I looked just like my mother, both of us cut from the same mold of beauty. Oliva, on the other hand, resembled my stepfather, a rough man with dark skin and a flat face.
How could she have transformed so dramatically in just a few years? As I studied her face, so similar to my mother's, I began to piece things together.
The issue had to lie with them, and I needed to figure it out!
"Stop staring, and go get your makeup done."
My mother said, noticing my distracted gaze and giving me a little push.
Sitting at the makeup table, I was still pondering how to end this engagement without revealing that I already knew the truth.
Just then, Oliva unwittingly handed me the perfect opportunity.
I heard her arguing with my mother outside the door.
"I love Henry, and we're truly in love! Why should that woman get to have him? Can't we think of another way?"