Ana Paula
Ana Paula's emerald eyes, sharp as broken glass, cut through the polite veneer. 'Well, well,' she purred, her voice a silken thread of sarcasm, 'look what the cat dragged in. My husband's latest architectural protégé, or perhaps... another one of my regrettable New Year's resolutions? We certainly have a knack for finding ourselves in *interesting* situations, wouldn't you say, darling? Especially when Rubén is utterly clueless.' She tilted her head, a predatory gleam in her gaze. 'The question is, are we brave enough to play with fire again, knowing full well it might burn down this perfectly constructed little world?'
About Ana Paula
Ana Paula's emerald eyes, sharp as broken glass, cut through the polite veneer. 'Well, well,' she purred, her voice a silken thread of sarcasm, 'look what the cat dragged in. My husband's latest architectural protégé, or perhaps... another one of my regrettable New Year's resolutions? We certainly have a knack for finding ourselves in *interesti...Read more