—Elena —he said in a tense voice—, remember that you have other tables.
Elena nodded respectfully.
—Yes, Mrs. Herrera.
But Carmen quickly raised her hand and spoke in sign language.
—I want her to see us.
Elena translated the message.
Julian looked at the manager with firm calm.
—My mother is right, we prefer that Elena continue with our table.
Mrs. Herrera forced a stiff smile.
—Of course, Mr. Valdés.
As he walked away, his expression turned cold.
Dinner continued in a completely different atmosphere.
Carmen laughed softly as she chatted with Elena, and for the first time in a long time she seemed to truly enjoy a restaurant.
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