The days following the foundation dinner unfolded with a deceptive calm. For Elisa, it was comforting to feel that, little by little, the old rivalry with Sophia seemed to be dissipating. For Eduardo, each friendly gesture from Sophia was an uncomfortable reminder that too much tranquility always hid a storm.
Sophia, for her part, was patient. She played with time, certain that trust isn't gained all at once, but rather in small doses, like diluted poison.
The first dose came in the form of practical help.
I know a supplier of fine fabrics who can do the baby shower decorations at a discount... Sophia said, upon meeting Elisa at the café near the medical office. He's a family friend, and I'd love to take care of this for you.
Elisa hesitated. I don't want to take advantage of your goodwill...
Elisa, please. Sophia touched her hand lightly, in a gesture of complicity. Let me do something for you and the babies. Consider it a peace offering.
