Marco spent the rest of the night with a smile, without stopping thinking about Anaís, he felt euphoric, Evan talked to him and did not pay attention to him, he only answered him with monosyllables, it seemed that he was in a nebula. Evan frowned looking to the sides to see if he could understand the reasons why his brother″in″law had that silly expression on his face.

″Did you notice how the businessmen of Industrias Dian and Textiles Centroamérica are trying to please your father? And he doesn't even flinch," said the boy.

″Aha," was Marco's simple reply.

″How does your dad manage to have two personalities, on the one hand, he's warm with his family and on the street he looks like an iceberg? Do you know how he does it? ″Evan asked.

Aha, yes," answered his brother″in″law again and there he became worried, since when did he behave like that? Was there something wrong with him?

″Mother Earth calling Marco. Marco, are you paying attention to me? ″asked Evan.

″Yes, of course, perfectly,