I sat quietly, not wanting to make a scene. Next to me was an elegant, silver-haired man in a flawless suit, flipping through the ceremony program. He greeted me with a warm smile.
“Good afternoon. I’m Adrián,” he said, his voice smooth and deep.
It took me a moment to recognize him. More than twenty years had gone by, but that spark in his eyes was unforgettable. Adrián had been my first love — a passionate, generous young architect from a world I never felt I belonged to. When life pulled us apart, I assumed he moved on… and he had. What I never imagined was how drastically his path had changed.
We whispered quietly as the ceremony continued, catching up as though no time had passed at all. When I mentioned that Mateo worked as the building manager of a downtown property, Adrián raised an eyebrow.
“The one on Moreno Street?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I bought it two months ago. It’s one of my latest projects.”
I was stunned. Suddenly the world felt impossibly small.
