Alejandro's Pov

The door swings open and I am fast enough to create a safe distance between Mariana and myself. My brother walks in, his face twisted in disdain, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Way to go Radimr, always swooping in and ruining the mood.

“What is going on here?” He asks, his eyes darting between me and his wife.

Mariana puffs out a breath and struts to her seat. She plops down, a bored expression etching her face. “Nothing is going on, Radimr. Why are you here?” ...