Bianca watched Madlen stand before the window, looking at nothing exactly. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. 

She sipped the hot cup of lemon tea with her legs crossed and placed the cup on the saucer which laid on the table. She stood up and approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“Stop overthinking it.” 

“How can you tell me to stop thinking about it?! Leonel is getting married....and I'm just here….alone and miserable....”

“I can't believe ...