Sofia was still at her desk, her fingers flying over the keyboard, the glow of the screen illuminating her thoughtful face. She looked up when she heard the door open, her lips parting in a small, surprised smile.<\/p>\n
\u2014 You\u2019re back early. Did the meeting end?<\/p>\n
Diego closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment. His chest tightened, but not from anger this time. From a decision that had already been made.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Sofia, I need to ask you something.<\/p>\n
She straightened in her chair, instantly sensing the gravity in his tone. \u2014 Of course. What is it?<\/p>\n
He stepped closer, each word measured. \u2014 Will you come with me to the gala?<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened. She blinked as if she hadn\u2019t heard him correctly. \u2014 The gala? Diego, that\u2019s\u2026 that\u2019s for your world. I don\u2019t belong there.<\/p>\n
\u2014 You belong wherever you want to be, he interrupted, his voice firmer now. And I want you there, with me.<\/p>\n
Sofia shook her head, her heart racing. \u2014 They\u2019ll look at me like I don\u2019t deserve to stand beside you. They\u2019ll talk.<\/p>\n
\u2014 They already talk, Diego said bitterly. Let them. You\u2019ve earned more respect than any of them combined.<\/p>\n
For a long moment, silence stretched between them. Then Sofia lowered her gaze, her fingers knotting together nervously.<\/p>\n
\u2014 If I say yes, Diego, it\u2019s not just about a dress and a night out. It means the whole city will know. It means\u2026 your father will know.<\/p>\n
He reached out, lifting her chin gently so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. \u2014 I know. And I don\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
Her breath caught. Something in his eyes told her this wasn\u2019t just about defiance. It was about trust. About her.<\/p>\n
The following days blurred into a whirlwind. Tailors, designers, discreet visits to boutiques far from the judging eyes of the elite. Sofia tried to protest the expense, but Diego silenced her with a single sentence: \u2014 You deserve to be seen for who you are.<\/p>\n
Finally, the night arrived. The Castillo mansion was ablaze with lights, black cars pulling up one after another as Mexico\u2019s most powerful stepped onto the marble steps. Camera flashes exploded, reporters calling out names.<\/p>\n
Inside, chandeliers glittered like captured stars. Men in tailored tuxedos and women in shimmering gowns filled the ballroom, their laughter echoing beneath the vaulted ceiling.<\/p>\n
Then the doors opened.<\/p>\n
Diego entered, tall and composed, his black tuxedo perfectly cut. But all eyes shifted to the woman beside him.<\/p>\n
Sofia walked with quiet grace, her chestnut hair swept into a low chignon, her gown a deep emerald green that shimmered with every step. The pearl earrings caught the light, but it was her calm poise, the intelligence in her eyes, that silenced the room.<\/p>\n
The whispers began, hushed but insistent. Was that his assistant? How dare he? How extraordinary she looked!<\/p>\n
Ricardo froze mid-sentence, his glass slipping slightly in his hand. Fernando\u2019s smirk faltered. One by one, the men who had laughed now found themselves staring, words stolen from their lips.<\/p>\n
Sofia met their gazes, not with arrogance, but with quiet strength. She held her head high, every step a statement.<\/p>\n
And in that instant, Diego knew he had won. Not against them, not even against his father\u2019s expectations, but against the very prejudice that sought to define their world.<\/p>\n
The orchestra swelled, the dance floor opened, and as Diego led Sofia into the first waltz, the truth was undeniable: no one was laughing anymore.<\/p>\n
The heir of the Castillo empire had chosen his partner, and she was magnificent.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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