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“Thank you for inviting us, Saul.” Ivan says with a polite smile. “Of course! Please, go and help yourselves to some snacks and drinks.” I hold on tighter to Ivan’s arm. We walk deeper into the house, the sound of music taking over the entire place. Saul has brought a DJ. We can see him by the large door leading to the backyard. There are at least a hundred guests inside and that’s without counting those by the pool. Ivan greets people on his way, offering smiles and shaking hands. While looking around, I notice the face of a blonde man who I recognize instantly as Manuelo, the man whose father was murdered by Ivan. Our eyes meet and I’m forced to wave back at him. Ivan nods and takes us away from where Manuelo is standing. “Why was he saying hi to you?” He asks me between gritted teeth. “I-I don’t know.” Ivan doesn’t look so happy. I stare at the crowd of dancing guests, wishing to join them and lighten my mood. Luckily, Iva grabs two flutes of champagne for us and the alcohol helps t