"Blossoming."
Belvia.
Belvia sat in a Boeing 737. She had a window seat, in business class. All courtesy of Alejandro.
She smiled every time she thought of him.
He was perfect for her little birdie.
And she hoped Isis knew it. Or better yet, Alejandro himself.
She was saddened at the thought that she had no more surviving children.Her first male child had been a stillborn, so Mexico, for her, was the centre of the pain that she withheld within her heart.
