One year later.
"Doll, hurry up." Fernando's voice carried through the door.
"Five minutes!" Sofía called back, slipping into her dress in a rush. She struggled with the zipper at her back, twisting awkwardly, when the doorknob turned.
Fernando stepped inside and stopped dead in his tracks.
He shut the door quietly behind him. His gaze darkened as it traced the smooth line of her bare back reflected in the mirror.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" he growled.
She gasped and spun around, sparks of irritation flashing in her eyes. Hands landed on her hips her unmistakable stance whenever he tested her patience.
"I didn't even do anything!" she protested, throwing her arms up.
"You're standing there flaunting that slim back in the mirror and you expect me to believe you're not seducing me?" he replied, feigning disbelief.
She narrowed her eyes. "Get out," she muttered, turning back to the mirror and wrestling once more with the stubborn zipper.
