Maya couldn't stop wondering about the mysterious man Natalia is in love with and the woman Vico had chosen for him to marry. It had nothing to do with her, and it was none of her business, but her instincts told her otherwise.
Maya joined Vico in the living room.
"Papa, you asked for me," she said, feigning a smile.
"Come sit beside your papa," he patted the empty space on the couch.
Maya took a deep breath and quickly sat down beside Vico on the couch.
"Do you drink brandy?" Vico asked, picking up a bottle of brandy that was resting on the glass coffee table in front of him, holding it up in Maya's direction.
Maya shook her head. "I don't drink hard liquor; Champagne and wine are my limits."
Vico said nothing, as he was focused on filling his glass with more brandy. He took a swig, then another, emptying his glass before he remembered Maya's presence and spoke to her again. "You don't drink hard liquor because of your traumatic brain injury, right?"
