I am finally alone, lying on a plush velvet chaise in a sunny sitting room. Lucia, the head housekeeper, was so enthusiastic that she showed me the entire house and shared stories about the family.
Being older, she must have been there to witness it all. She even walked me through the hall dedicated to the family portraits of the Castillo family.
Curtis Castillo, Vega's grandfather, stared down from the canvas, dressed in his military uniform, looking impossibly imposing and terrifying.
Lionel Castillo was next, also in his Air Force uniform, looking cold and ruthless.
But then there was Hela Serafin Castillo. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a stunning goddess with eyes as dazzling as stars. She was the epitome of beauty, the kind of woman men would obsess over. I couldn't help but feel heartbroken seeing this woman whose life was cut too short.
