Raúl was filled with doubt. What if Esteban was right? What if it was a test, a sign from fate? Finally, he called Raquel and agreed to meet her at an elegant restaurant.
When he arrived, he found himself alone with her. She had booked the entire place and greeted him warmly. Raúl didn’t even dare look her in the eye.
“How old are you, Raúl?”
“25, ma’am.”
“And you?”
“60, but I already know. I’ve done my research on you.”
Raúl frowned. “Why me?”
“Because you’re honest. You touched me. You don’t want my money. You treated me with respect. You reminded me what it’s like to be loved.” Then she opened up. “I’ve been betrayed. I’ve been humiliated.
I’ve been used. All my life I’ve had money and recognition, but never love at my age. I just want to feel what it’s like to be loved.”
