Chapter 90 I Met My Sister

• POV: Miguel
• “Is this seat taken?” I asked her with a smile on my face. I didn’t even need to ask that because I’d seen her walk into the restaurant alone and sad. I pulled out the seat next to her and I sat on it, looking into her teary eyes.
• She ran a hand through her hair, the soft, luxurious fabric of her dress a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. The tears had stopped, but the ache in her chest lingered.