It's been a few days since the incident and Natasha has been spending more and more time with Bruno. Meeting him in the kitchen late at night and talking about their day. And during this certain late night talk Bruno was more affectionate than usual. Natasha hadn't noticed the older man lean in until he kissed her gently.

Natasha's eyes widened and just as she was about to kiss back something prevented her. Camilo. Camilo and his big goofy smile. His dumb jokes. His villain like laugh. She loved it. She loved all. She loved him! No matter how long she could be mad at him... She was in love with Camilo. She pushed Bruno back gently and stood from her chair.

"I'm sorry... I love Camilo..." Bruno sighed. "Don't apologize for being in love Mija. Go to him. Go to Camilo." She smiled and hugged the man before bidding him a goodnight. Bruno smiled sadly and looked at Cántico. "Let's go get some rest." The morning that followed was more or so chaotic as per usual.

Maribel knocked softly on Natasha's door, because the latter and her mother are practically living there now. I the kitchen there were family members everywhere doing different things. Camilo was helping Antonio put food on his plate and Dolores was making Natasha's plate. Not sure if the girl was gonna show her face.

She's been a ghost to the family. Only making her presence known when it was absolutely necessary. But at this time Natasha had let Maribel into her room. Maribel having been the only one she wants to speak to. The two were discussing something she had found and they planned on going out her room to ask the family about it.

About Bruno. "Who's Bruno?" Maribel told her the basic information on him and it suddenly hit her. She was talking to the outcast uncle. He kissed her! Her face paled and she felt a bit sick. This whole time the missing uncle was her late night talk friend. Should she tell her?

It was at least in the afternoon when Maribel and Natasha went around asking the family about Bruno. When it came time to ask Camilo about it, it seemed like he had forgotten about the situation between them. That is until Maribel left to ask more people and he pulled Natasha back when she went to follow. He glared at her while having a vice grip on her wrist. Pulling her close to her so their faces are only inches apart. "We need to talk. Now."