PART 2
The next evening, the restaurant at the Gran Hotel Alvarado looked perfectly calm.
Soft music played. White tablecloths covered every table. Crystal glasses reflected the warm chandelier light. Arturo sat at table 7 with his back to the entrance, while Camila kept glancing around nervously.
“I feel like everyone is watching us,” she said.
Arturo smiled.
“They’re watching because they recognize importance.”
At 8:12, while Arturo was talking arrogantly about business and vision, Sergio Molina, the hotel manager, stood near the restaurant entrance beside Octavio.
Three steps behind them was Mariana.
She wore a dark blue suit, black heels, and no tears.
She walked like a woman who had finally taken back a key she should never have surrendered.
The room did not go silent, but the air changed.
Camila saw her first.
Her face drained of color.
Arturo noticed and turned.
For two seconds, he could not understand what he was seeing.
Then he stood.
“Mariana.”
“Arturo.”
Her voice was calm, and that frightened him more than anger.
Mariana looked at Camila.
“You must be Camila Ríos.”
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