Every humiliation…
It had been because of Sofia.
Carmen gently took Elena’s hand.
And in sign language he said something I would never forget.
—People who know how to listen with their hearts deserve a better life.
The La Perla del Caribe restaurant was plunged into such a deep silence that even the distant sound of the waves against the coast seemed louder than before, while all the customers discreetly looked towards the main table.
Elena stood motionless, still holding the account folder, trying to understand if she had really heard correctly the words that had just completely changed the course of her life.
Julián Valdés did not take his eyes off her, carefully observing the mixture of surprise, emotion, and prudence that was clearly reflected in the tired face of the young waitress.
Mrs. Herrera, who until that moment had considered herself the absolute master of the situation in her restaurant, observed the scene from the other end of the room with an expression that combined disbelief and concern.
Carmen Valdés gently squeezed Elena’s hand, conveying a warmth that the young woman did not expect to find in someone who belonged to a world so different from her own.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” Julian said calmly, “but what you did tonight means more to my mother than you probably imagine.”
Elena took a deep breath before answering, because the weight of that decision was beginning to be felt in every accelerated beat of her heart.
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