"What man?" Rosalia tilted her head.
"The one who brought you these books. You seem to enjoy them alot, and I know you know it isn't me who got these books for you."
The woman's eyes sizzled and she looked away.
Viviana frowned. "Ma, who is he? Do you know him? You seem to know he brings you these books, yet you're reading them. Happily at that. Who is he to you?"
Rosalia wouldn't speak. She had her gaze cast down, refusing to look at her.
Viviana sighed. "It's okay if you don't wish to tell—"
"He was my first love."
The sudden blurted out confession settled between the two. Viviana slowly met her eyes. "Huh? Your…first love?"
Rosalia nodded. "Mhm. He was the first man I ever loved. And he loved me. But then…your father came in."
"Wait, wait." Viviana shook her head. "I'm confused. This man was your first love. How did you end up with…"
