But surfing was still off-limits. There was no way she would get in the ocean.
The family drove in two separate vehicles, just in case Enrique and Carolina had to make a quick getaway.
Enrique pulled down the driveway into the farm where Carolina had spent so much of her life. The house looked the same, though the trim was worn. She pushed the thought out of her head to text Manny to find someone to fix it.
This house was not her problem anymore.
“A year ago, when I came here, I was so nervous to meet you.”
Carolina laughed. “Well, I wasn’t. I didn’t even know you were coming.”
“That sister of yours.” He gave a fond smile. “Tiburón has his hands full.”
“True. I can’t wait to see her.”
He parked his Tesla and opened Carolina’s door. Then he walked her to the house, carrying flowers for her mom.
“You got this, sunshine.”
“Thanks.” She gave a light knock.
Her father opened the door. His hand flew to his mouth the second he saw his daughter.
Before he could speak, Carolina hugged him.
“I’m so sorry, Papá. I love you so much. Please forgive me.”
Señor Flores hugged her back. “No, mija. It is me you need to forgive. I’m so stubborn. I’ve missed you so much. I love you.”
Enrique choked up. After their embrace ended and they separated, Enrique reached out his hand. “I’m sorry for everything, Señor Flores. I need you to know that I love and respect your daughter.”
Señor Flores folded his arms across his chest. “And you think a simple apology will be enough for me to forgive you?”
Enrique gulped. “I had hoped so... yes. Sí, Señor.”
Carolina’s father’s face broke into a broad smile. “Then you would be right. Come here.” He opened his arms for an embrace. Enrique grinned and fell into them. “You’re a good man, Enrique. Tiburón has told me a lot about you. I am hoping he will soon ask for Blanca’s hand.” He paused, studying Enrique. “And I’d welcome you in as well. I’d love to have two sons.”
Enrique choked on his saliva.
Carolina shook her head. “Papá! Stop!”
Her father threw up his hands. “What? He loves you? We can have a double wedding.”
“Ay, Dios mío. Blanca isn’t even engaged.”
“Yet. I have a good feeling. Maybe I reimpose the old rule with a new twist! She can’t get married until you do!”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Papá laughed again. “I tease. Come inside. Carolina—go greet your mother and help her in the kitchen.”
Carolina laughed. Some things would never change.
“I’ll be there in a moment.”
Her father walked back into the house.
Carolina shrugged and turned to Enrique. “Sorry about that.”
