Chapter 89

And I think Julya wasn't the only one thinking that way, and even if it was, the opinion of all the guests became the same when they saw us at the top of the stairs. A Latin song played, and the beat of the song spread throughout the lower floor of the house, among the guests who were in small groups inside and outside the house, which had its doors open for everyone to enter and leave at the time they wanted, and back to me, giving me a self-confidence that only a Latin song can give.

Dozens of heads turned to us, and attentive glances followed every step we took on the steps, while we were going down calmly so as not to make any gaffes. Julya still held my arm, and smiled with her chin raised, very pleased with so many looks. I didn't outline any reaction, although I looked at everyone, as if I said that I remembered their names and how much they made me hate that job for every embarrassing moment they made me go through.

Among the curious heads who turned to see us, I found