Black eyes, deep as an eagle's; intimidating me without saying a single word. A gentleman with abundant gray hair, although I found a distant reflection of darkness in his strands. My gaze fell on her luggage, my heart skipped a beat, I already tied it all up.

“He was Ismail's father”

"Hello, Mariané Lombardi" I introduced myself, holding out my hand, unsure that her customs would decline the greeting.

My voice trembled.

I took the risk.

"I have no words to express how happy I am to meet you, s