CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FOURTY - EIGHT - GETTING READY TO CRASHA WEDDING.

It was almost evening, and as the sun's rays slowly faded from the Navarre sky, at the center of the parlor of Abuela's house, a local tailor named Emilio had set up a makeshift workshop. The soft rustle of fabric and the quiet hum of conversation filled the air as Emilio skillfully measured and pinned, transforming luxurious fabrics into stunning creations for Marisol, Isabella, and Abuela. "Oh, Emilio, you truly are a master of your craft," Abuela exclaimed, admiring the intricate beadwork on a vibrant red silk. "We will surely make an entrance at the wedding!" Marisol laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mama, you're incorrigible! But I have to admit, I'm looking forward to showing Alonso what he's missed all these years." Emilio glanced up from his work, a kind smile on her face. "Señora Marisol, you will all be the talk of the town in these gowns. Your beauty will be unmatched!" As Emilio helped Abuela into a deep green dress, the matriarch couldn't resist teasing he