The morning sun illuminated the Castro family's private chapel, built amidst the mansion's gardens. It was an elegant, simple space, with colored stained glass windows that let light enter in golden and bluish tones, as if the sky had descended to bless that moment.
The chairs were arranged with delicate white flowers, and at the altar, a marble font awaited the water that would be used in the baptism. The environment breathed solemnity, but also joy.
Elisa entered arm in arm with Eduardo, carrying Helena, while Lucas was in Cecília's steady arms. Upon seeing the scene, all the guests stood up in respectful silence. There were close relatives, intimate friends, and longstanding associates of the Castro family.
But everyone's eyes turned to Frederick. The patriarch was sitting in a chair of honor, with misty eyes, his face illuminated by a smile that no one remembered seeing before.
