Lexy walked behind Joseph, still finding it difficult to get acquainted with the spaces of his home and although it was not a luxurious mansion, the man's house was two or three times larger than his humble abode."My sister and her friends get together every Friday to gossip," Joseph explained as they approached the kitchen and endless screams, and female voices were heard around them. "It doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked."To me?!" Lexy questioned and touched her chest in surprise.No one had ever asked her opinion, not even for something that didn't concern her."Of course it doesn't bother us! We are the guest on duty for this Friday, surely Emma and her friends are used to seeing parades of women in the kitchen of this house”. His conscience said and Lexy shook her head, still looking at Joseph.Her eyes sparkled when she met his dark gaze, and although this was unusual for her, since she was afraid to look at his face, she melted into position like ice cream in the middle

"I imagine so," he replied and set the empty plate on the table. He approached her with the chair and picked up a napkin to wipe the curve of her lips. "I can also imagine that you are going to marry Esteban to please your mother." he added."Something like that," said the girl, laughing, half the sandwich in her hand.He wanted to tell her that she could not marry to please someone else, he wanted to tell her that she was a free woman, intelligent and too wonderful to fall into the dirty and perverse game of her mother, but he could not do it, because he knew well that none of that was true.The young woman was intelligent, but she was not free, she was a prisoner of Esteban's fists and the harmful language of her mother.