Chapter 36

ALANA I WIPED MY EYES AS I FINISHED CHOPPING THE ONIONS AND POPPED THEM INTO the pan. ‘Here she is,’ I heard Alejandro’s voice from behind me. I spun around to see him walking into the kitchen with his father, Mateo. I’d never met him before but I’d seen pictures of him. He was an imposing figure, dressed smartly in a suit and possibly the shiniest shoes I had ever seen in my life. Alejandro looked just like him. I wiped my hands on the towel before self-consciously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. If I’d known Alejandro’s father was stopping by, I’d have worn something a lot smarter than a tank top and a skirt. Not to mention the fact that I was following the no panty rule to the letter these days. I blushed as I realized that fact, and thanked the Lord that my skirt was a maxi. ‘Alana, this is my father,’ Alejandro said as they walked towards me. ‘Mr. Montoya, it’s so lovely to finally meet you,