At my son’s wedding, I stood frozen as my wife was shoved into the mud. Before I could react, my daughter-in-law laughed and said, “Don’t pretend this is about anything but stealing attention.”
The ballroom in Madrid was overwhelmingly opulent. Crystal chandeliers, massive and gleaming, hung from the painted ceiling, bathing the room in golden light. This was our world’s inner circle—politicians, financiers, and the oldest families of Castile.
Clara stood at the center of it all. Her dress alone cost more than most people earned continue reading …
