After that mockery and Ariel's crying, Alejandro took her to his room, but not before unleashing chaos in his family by saying that he was going to marry that woman, that Ariel Sanchez would be his wife.
"I'm sorry, I expected a scandal, but not that they would break your music box." It had been better than expected for him, the music box is what he cared less about, but the reaction of his mother and sister, who did not hesitate to run out to tell Alessia.
That one would soon arrive with her husband.
"She's a witch." She said between whimpers, referring to Annie.
"I'll buy you as many as you want, as many as you want, the best ones or one identical to this one. Don't cry and forget about her already." But Ariel turned to him and looked at him indignantly, her eyes wouldn't stop crying, she bit her lips as much as she could but she knew the words would come out anyway, there was no stopping them.
"You're an idiot!" she blurted out angrily, all the pieces fell back to the floor, scattered everywhere as Alejandro grabbed her shoulders roughly. He faced Ariel and she didn't look away from him, holding that cold, angry stare at the audacity of calling him an idiot.
"Say that again, stupid girl." He slowly brought his face closer to hers, Ariel had her frown on her face and wrinkled her mouth, she looked into Alejandro's eyes and didn't flinch for a second, where was all that sudden strength to confront him coming from? Having her music box broken and then him offering to replace it like it was nothing had caused a lot of anger in her.
"Idiot." She dared to repeat.
Tired of her nonsense, Alejandro lifted her up on his shoulders while she kicked; he carried her to the bathroom, that bathroom was as big as Ariel could not imagine, she hit his back and screamed for him to put her down, she moved her legs and tried to let go, to run out of there, but only ended up in the tub while Alejandro poured water over her.
"Now let's see if you'll be quiet and learn to bite your tongue before you want to insult me." He reached out his hand to her head and removed that dirty cloth that covered her hair, thus letting all of Ariel's long and abundant blonde hair fall down. Amazed, seeing such beautiful hair, Alejandro touched it, it felt soft, silky.
He took shampoo between his hands and began to wash her hair, it was only a short time before Ariel stood still, feeling Alejandro's fingers massaging her scalp.
Ariel began to shake her arms and all the dirt came out of her, she rubbed her face, her neck, her battered feet and every part of her body that was not covered by clothes.
Alejandro spread her hair on both sides of her shoulders, took off his wet jacket, his shoes, his pants and was only in his shirt and underpants.
"What are you doing!" Ariel exclaimed when she saw that he had stripped off part of his clothes.
Ignoring her he entered the tub with her and walked over, took her hair again and with a brush in his right hand began to comb her hair.
Ariel stood still again.
She always took very good care of her hair as much as possible, she always wore it covered because as it was very long and she rummaged through the garbage, she didn't want it to get full of lice and nits.
It was the first time someone washed her hair or combed her hair, it was the first time of many things that day in Ariel's life
She stood very still so as not to get in his way and he carefully combed her hair, not tugging at it.
When Alejandro lowered his gaze, he could see the fabric of Ariel's ugly T-shirt sticking to her breasts, he felt a pull in his stomach as he clearly saw her nipples before the fabric all worn out, he swallowed saliva and then turned his attention back to her hair, although his eyes went down a couple more times to those breasts so firm and beautiful.
He lifted her face and it had taken on a different appearance, not only because it was completely clean, but because of her hair that adorned her face.
The water continued to fall on both of them and Alejandro was also soaked, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the floor. There was a sponge near the shower, he took bath gel and poured it in, the second thing he did was to start scrubbing Ariel's body.
"Don't move." He asked gently.
Her eyes were lost in Alejandro's chest, she looked at his figure and couldn't resist raising her hand and touching his pecs, Alejandro felt her touch but disguised it, for he had also seen her breasts. Ariel's curious hand continued downward until it came to rest on Alejandro Fendi's perfectly marked abdomen.
Alejandro stopped, took her hand and pressed it closer to his body.
"If you're going to touch, you have to do it more firmly, more confidently. It's annoying if you don't do it with confidence." He stated to her. The situation was dangerous and she sensed the tension and curiosity on Ariel's part, so he stepped out of the shower without warning. "I think what's left you need to do alone." He grabbed a towel and wrapped himself in it, stepped out of the bathroom to get dressed.
For a few minutes Ariel watched her hand, her sadness was gone with that gesture of Alejandro washing her hair and combing it so delicately.
"Maybe he is not a bad man" thought the innocent Ariel.
She undressed and bathed properly.
In the bedroom Alejandro had already dressed, now he picked up each of the pieces of Ariel's small, broken music box. He threw all the pieces he found in the drawer of his bedside table and then looked for a pair of his underwear and a T-shirt for her to wear, he couldn't think of anything else, the young woman was too thin to wear his pants.
Ariel came out of the bathroom with her body covered by a towel, she intended to pick up the parts of her treasure, but saw that they were gone.
"W-Where are they?"
"I threw them away, I told you they were no longer useful. If you don't want a new one, fine, but you won't keep that one they'll be nothing but useless pieces no matter how much you treasure them or guard them against your chest."
The thought of a bad man returned to Ariel's thoughts.
"You're horrible." She didn't feel like arguing, the sadness returning to her. She held the clothes he was giving her and walked back into the bathroom to change.
When Ariel saw that it was one of his boxer shorts, she started laughing, removed the tag and put it on, as well as the T-shirt.
"Now yes, Ariel Sanchez, you are going to meet the Fendi family, can I have your hand? This time no one will insult you." Hesitantly, she shook Alejandro's hand, together they walked out into the living room where the older sister had quite a fuss, next to her was Annie and Marco Albini, Alessia's husband.
Smiling, Alejandro walked towards where his family was waiting, waiting for logical and sensible explanations about the decision he had made to make that woman from the street his wife.