It took three or four days to write all the invitations, but Estrella Berrocal did not know anyone in Adán Rouco’s business, so she sent Santino Yepes to deliver them. Estrella Berrocal sent the invitations to the relatives of the Rouco family, one by one, to get to know them better.
“Young hostess, which one to deliver first?”
Estrella Berrocal ordered the invitations, scanned them and said, “Let’s go to Uncle Dos’ house first.”
After all, the second uncle was from the Rouco family and should have been the first to know.
“Yes, Young Hostess, I’m going to get the car ready.”
…
Upon arriving at the entrance of Fresco Rouco’s villa, Estrella Berrocal got out of the car and was escorted to the entrance with the invitation.
Below, Fresco Rouco is sitting in his wheelchair, basking in the sun.
Estrella Berrocal stood in the doorway and froze for a few seconds, looking at the old man with a pang of frustration.
It had been a year since he had seen Fresco Rouco, who until a year ago he thought was his real daughter, but to his surprise, it was a misunderstanding.
Fresco Rouco thought he sensed someone at the door, and when he slowly turned his head, he saw Estrella Berrocal standing in the doorway and his eyes trembled.
“Star?”
Estrella Berrocal took a step inside and politely called Fresco Rouco: “Tio segundo”.
“Star, how have you and Adam been?”
Fresco Rouco had not seen Estrella Berrocal for a long time, and although he later learned that she was not his daughter with Juanisha Capistrán, he was still fond of Estrella Berrocal as a child.
“Uncle Segundo, Adam and I are fine, how is your health these days, Uncle Segundo?”
“My body is still stable and I don’t have too many problems.”
Estrella Berrocal unconsciously looked up and asked, “Are you … the only one at home? Aren’t the second aunt and Jiajia here?”
“Your second aunt and I are divorced.”
Estrella Berrocal bit her lip: “Yo, I didn’t know before, sorry uncle Dos”.
“Okay, are you here today…?”
Estrella Berrocal handed him the wedding invitation: “Adán and I are getting married next Saturday, and I hope that the second uncle will be able to attend then”.
“Yes, I will definitely be there.”
“So, if there’s nothing else for Uncle Segundo, I’ll go first, I have some invitations to deliver.”
Fresco Rouco turned his wheelchair and called out to her, “Estrella, although you are not my natural daughter, I felt a strong connection with you when we first met. I never had the chance to apologize to you for my error of judgment that caused your separation with Adam. Do you … still hate me now?”
Estrella Berrocal smiled and shook her head, “When I first thought I was your daughter, I hated you for putting my mother third, for being your daughter, for having the blood of The Rouco family in me as Adam, but that was it for a while. It was a misunderstanding, and now that it’s cleared up, we don’t hate each other anymore.
Fresco Rouco sighed and nodded, “I hear you have found your real parents, congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
…
Estrella Berrocal left the villa and exhaled deeply.
This knot in my heart has finally untied today.
Facundo, the driver, opened the door for her as he asked, “Young hostess, what’s next?”.
“Go to your sister-in-law’s house.”
“Good.”
Olivia Montes left her job at the Rouco Group to take care of Dante, which is good, because if she works at the Rouco Group every day, she will often see Adán Rouco, which will inevitably lead to feelings she shouldn’t have.
Olivia Montes’ obsession with Adán Rouco may fade after a while.
A black Bentley, which soon passes under a high-class residential block.
Facundo reminded him: “Young hostess, the Great Young Hostess lives on the fifteenth floor, would you like me to accompany you there?
“No, Facundo, wait for me in the car.”
“Good.”
After Estrella Berrocal rang the doorbell, she spoke to Olivia Montes, who opened the glass door to the first floor.
Once on the way to the fifteenth floor, Olivia Montes had opened the door and was standing next to her, looking at her with a cold expression.
“Come in, you don’t need to change your shoes.”
Estrella Berrocal had no intention of entering and stood at the door and said, “I’m not going in so I don’t step on the floor, I’m here today, to deliver invitations, and there are many more houses ahead.”
Olivia Montes looked at the wedding invitation handed to her by Estrella Berrocal and frowned, “What is this?”.
“Adam and I will report the wedding next Saturday and I hope my sister-in-law will be able to attend then.”
Olivia Montes scoffed: “Estrella Berrocal, have you come to show off with me?”.
“If you’re still so obsessed, I have nothing to say. I’ve put the invitation here, and I’m fine with you not coming then, but I’m sure Dad would like you to bring Dante, and Dad hasn’t seen Dante in a while. ”
“If it weren’t for you, would Dante and I have moved out of the Rouco family? If it weren’t for you, Dante and I would now see Dad and Adam every day. ”
Estrella Berrocal frowned slightly, “Sister-in-law, even if it weren’t me marrying Adam today, it wouldn’t be you; Adam will marry someone else sooner or later, and for the sake of your happiness for the rest of your life, you’d better break off your thoughts with Adam Rouco before it’s too late, lest you suffer.”
“Hmph, it’s not your turn to be in charge of my affairs!”
Not wanting to argue with her, Estrella Berrocal simply placed the wedding invitation in the foyer: “Since my sister-in-law treats me so badly, I’m going to leave”.
Olivia Montes coldly scrutinized the wedding invitation and with hidden anger in her eyes, slammed the door shut and then tore the invitation into several pieces and threw it in the trash.
Adam promised Oscar that he would take care of them for the rest of his life, how could he leave her and Dante to marry another woman on his own?
Olivia Montes raised her hand and covered her face deeply.
Grief and anger, congested in the heart, grew more and more unhappy and depressed.
…
Estrella Berrocal had been handing out invitations all day, showered after dinner and went to bed early to rest.
When Adán Rouco came in from the study, he saw her lying on the bed with a pen in her hand, writing in a notebook, and he went over to sit on the edge of the bed, rubbed her back with his big hand and asked her in a soft voice, “What are you doing?”
Estrella Berrocal, with one hand on her chin and the other clutching a pen, scratches on her paper, saying with some anguish, “The wedding is next Saturday, but I still haven’t decided on my wedding dress.”
“Are you going to design it yourself?”
“It’s definitely too late, but I have past designs, and there are some that I particularly like, but I don’t know if you like them, can you help me pick them out? And then pick them out and take them to a couture store to have them made?”
“Okay, bring it to me and I’ll take a look at it.”
Estrella Berrocal stood up, leafed through the book in her hand and chose a few. Adán Rouco finally chose a more elegant, fairy-like wedding dress, which Estrella Berrocal also thought was very pretty, so she went for it.