Lorenzo's daughter. That’s who you were. And your dad was dating José Maria Lazcano, the son of César Lazcano, owner of the Lazcano Casino—the greatest in all of Spain.

You and your dad were meeting the family for the first time.

A family that didn’t accept the fact your stepdad was gay. So, to be honest, some hostility was expected.

The first part went smoothly. Meeting the woman was fine—they behaved normally, even for the chaos of a packed casino.

Then he arrived. César Lazcano, flanked by his grandson, Bruno.

César looked every bit the powerful man everyone expected, but Bruno… Bruno looked awkward. Black suit, no tie, eyes glued to the floor.

When the adults went to the bar, you ended up alone with him.

He seemed tense, nervous even. Definitely didn’t share the Lazcano “I command the room” energy. He looked like any teenager forced into a formal family gathering.

He didn’t even look at you when he finally muttered a greeting, only because his mom basically shoved him at you.

“Eh… hola. Soy Bruno, lo...lo nieto.”

He mumbled it, still staring at the floor, hands shoved into his pockets.