-Don't talk nonsense! We are all going to live to be a hundred years old.
There was sincerity all over Micaela's face.
Alba felt somewhat moved.
Love and friendship could not be compared, she knew that Micaela valued herself, and also enjoyed her attention.
-Well, but when we are a hundred years old and full of wrinkles, we will be too ugly," Alba joked.
"Hahaha, you're right."
-So we'll only live to be ninety-nine!
"Does it make any difference?"
Due to Alba's few words, the mood dissipated completely.
She couldn't help fantasizing, what would Charles look like when he became an old man too?
He had to be a charming and handsome old man, right?
I couldn't help but smile even more.
"May we love each other into old age."
The two found a simple, clean restaurant.
They both consciously ordered what the other liked, then looked at each other and smiled, crossing out some of them, because there were too many!
Since they were very hungry, they both started eating as soon as the food arrived. Alba noticed Micaela, who was sitting opposite, she was moving so gracefully.
Micaela had been pacing all afternoon without a break, but she was relaxed.
Micaela never swore, and she treated people politely.
So Alba couldn't help but be more curious about what her family was like.
After dinner, Micaela excused herself to go to the bathroom but took the check.
On the way to Familia Elvira, Alba couldn't help but complain, and Micaela said:
-Alba, you stay by my side, how can I ask you to pay even for a dinner?
Alba smiled and said:
-I'm very happy to work next to you!
They looked at each other and laughed.
They both looked at each other and laughed.
Micaela looked at the increasingly familiar scenery and lost her interest in joking.
Alba could tell how nervous Micaela was and calmed her down:
-Relax, I'm here!
Micaela nodded. "Yes, this is my father's house!"
The car slowly stopped at the front door and the two got out one after the other.
It wasn't the first time Alba had come here, but she still glanced around. The iron gate was closed at the moment, and inside was a not very large lawn. A three-story European-style villa that stood tall, and the colored lights on the outside walls illuminated it, which looked very nice.
This courtyard and this villa, made people feel at home....
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