But destiny had a surprise waiting. When Alejandro made his entrance in a striking blue suit with his familiar self-assured smile, all eyes shifted in admiration. He greeted the crowd with a raised glass of champagne. Then, suddenly, his gaze landed on Clara right at the moment a bucket of water slipped from her hand and splashed in front of the guests. A wave of stifled laughter spread around the room.
“Oh dear, the maid just ruined the imported carpet,” scoffed a woman draped in sequined gold.
Amused by the reaction, Alejandro walked closer and said with a playful but cutting tone, “I have a proposal for you, girl. If you can manage to fit into that dress” – he pointed to a red gown displayed on a mannequin“I will marry you.”
The crowd erupted in laughter. The dress was slim and exquisite, meant for a runway model, a definition of beauty and prestige. Clara froze, her face burning as humiliation washed over her. “Why would you say such a cruel thing?” she murmured, tears forming in her eyes.
Alejandro merely smirked. “Because, my dear, one must always remember where they truly belong.”
A heavy silence lingered.
