His thoughts spun wildly.
How could this be possible?
Rodrigo. His son. His pride.
With the maid?
His blood began to boil. A cold flame of indignation burned through him.
All his life, he had taught Rodrigo the importance of decorum.
Of appearances.
Of social position.
Rodrigo was supposed to marry someone from their world.
A woman from a respected family. A woman with connections. A future worthy of the Vargas name.
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