Life inside the palace
A few days later, I began to know more about the man I had married.
Don Armando was quiet, always observing, and seemed to measure every move he made.
He was kind, but there were moments when his eyes seemed… different.
One evening, while we were having dinner, I noticed something odd about the way he held his glass.
His hands didn’t look like those of an old man — they were clean, smooth, and strong.
“Don Armando,” I asked curiously, “how old are you again?”
He just smiled.
“Enough to understand what a person’s true worth is,” he said.
I was surprised, but I didn’t say anything more.
Then, one day, the steward quietly told me, “Ma’am, don’t be surprised if there are things that are strange about our boss. Everything he does, there is a reason.”
His words stayed with me, though I couldn’t understand what they meant at the time.
