These are my other two daughters, Dulce and Alondra.
Dulce looked nothing like Alex.
Tom used an incredulous tone when he asked me about my paranormal experiences.
Dulce graced him with a saccharine smile and said no more.
Carmen drew a slow breath and glanced self-consciously at Dulce and Alondra.
"He must," Dulce injected acidly.
Dulce stared at her expressionlessly.
Dulce smiled without warmth.
For a moment Dulce actually looked sympathetic.
Dulce stood and motioned for Alondra to follow her.
What about Dulce and Alondra?
Dulce watches you and tries to find things you do wrong.
Dulce glanced at Carmen, her expression unreadable.
Dulce said I want a lot.
Exhaustion eventually ended the game and everyone but Dulce gathered in the kitchen for an ice cream snack.
Some might think Dulce didn't know what she was missing, but Carmen suspected she did.
Her figure was not as well developed as Alondra or Dulce, but she looked nice in the style and color.
Maybe getting away from Dulce had helped.
Dulce appeared at Carmen's side, dressed in a dark blue gown with a high collar.
When Carmen's gaze returned to Dulce, the woman had a smug smile on her lips.
Her beef was with Dulce - and maybe Alex.
When Carmen turned, Dulce was watching her with the same expression.
Dulce regarded her reflectively for a moment longer and then walked away without saying another word.
And then she remembered seeing Dulce watching her when she accepted the drink.
At the time she had thought Dulce was annoyed because she didn't like the punch.
Dulce motioned to Carmen from a hallway, so Carmen told Alex to take the children up and she would be up shortly.
Carmen followed Dulce into the empty hallway.
Dulce handed Carmen a picture, her face a study of emotion, but her lips revealing nothing.
Dulce glared at her.
Dulce stared at her for a moment, as if considering it for the first time.
Dulce eyed her doubtfully.
"He is possessive," Dulce amended.
Dulce gazed into space.
She would have thought Dulce adored her father, but obviously not.
The other obvious fact was that Dulce didn't accept the inheritance issue.
"More important," she continued, "Dulce gave this picture to me.
Actually, Dulce had been disrespectful with every look and word.
More like Dulce has been talking to me.
She could believe that of Dulce, but not of Felipa.
For the most part, the facial expressions of those sitting around the table were sympathetic, but Dulce looked as if she was ready to break into tears.
Why didn't you tell me Dulce was giving you a hard time?
I mean, you let Dulce believe you talked me into this surrogacy thing.
That evening Alex and Dulce were standing in the entrance room.
Dulce had hands on her hips, leaning slightly forward as she spoke to him in Spanish.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
What was Dulce upset about tonight when she was talking to you?
She let the conversation drop that night, but early the next morning Dulce caught him in the hallway and it was clear that she didn't think anything was settled.
Felipa and Alondra both stopped and stared as Dulce snapped at him.
A few minutes later Dulce and Alex joined them at the table.
Alex had his professional expression on, but Dulce was pouting.