Raquel did not pretend that everything was suddenly forgiven.
“Thank you for apologizing,” she said. “I hope we can treat one another with respect from now on.”
It wasn’t a perfect reconciliation.
It was a beginning.
And sometimes, a beginning is more honest than a promise that everything will be fine.
The Wedding Nobody Could Have Predicted
A year after their first meeting, Raúl stood beside Raquel in a garden overlooking the city.
They had chosen a small ceremony, surrounded by the people who genuinely supported their decision. There were no extravagant displays designed to impress the public, no attempt to prove their critics wrong, and no expectation that every guest would understand their relationship.
Amina sat in the front row, smiling through her tears.
María stood beside Raquel, holding her hand before the ceremony began.
Esteban was there too, looking at Raúl with the expression of a man who had witnessed a long and unexpected journey.
