Adriana's POV

Later that night after dinner, I sat up on the bed, waiting for Diego to freshen up and enter the bedroom. When he was finished, he came and lay down on the bed.

“Diego,” I called.

He looked at me, still lying down. “Is something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just need to talk to you.”

He sat up on the bed, his gaze sharpening. “Talk to me? What is it about? Go on!”

“Tomorrow is my father's burial anniversary,” I said, looking at him. “I know I've ...