24/10/2025
Chosen to be a natural healer and love. Interesting story!
They called her the useless fat:so of high society.
But when her own father handed her over to an Apache warrior as punishment, no one suspected she would discover a love purer than any other.
In the gilded halls of the Vázquez de Coronado mansion, where crystal chandeliers reflected the opulence of one of Mexico's most powerful families in 1847, lived Jimena, a 24-year-old young woman whose name seemed to clash with the shadow that darkened her days.
Her robust figure, round cheeks, and honey-colored eyes had been a source of shame since she turned 15 and failed to attract a suitor at her social debut.
""Look how she stuffs herself with sweets again,"" murmured Doña Guadalupe, her mother, as she watched Jimena from the marble balcony overlooking the main garden.
""A young lady of her class should have more self-control.""
Those words fell like poi:son on the young woman's already wounded heart, who found refuge in her grandmother's books and the sweets she stole when no one was looking.
Don Patricio Vázquez de Coronado, a 60-year-old man with gray hair that echoed decades at the helm of the family empire, watched his daughter from his office window with a mixture of disappointment and calculating coldness.
His other five children had made strategic marriages that increased the family's fortune and political power.
But Jimena, the only daughter, had become a burden that grew with each passing year without marriage.
The night of the grand ball of the social season arrived as the last desperate opportunity.
Doña Guadalupe had the most luxurious dress money could buy made, of royal blue silk with gold thread embroidery, hoping that the richness of the attire would distract attention from her daughter's corpulent figure.
However, when Jimena descended the marble staircase into the hall, the whispers and pitying glances were like knives stabbing her soul.
""Who would want to dance with such a whale?"" whispered the young Count of Salvatierra, not the slightest concern about being overheard.
His words provoked nervous sniggers from the young men of high society, who reveled in Jimena's humiliation as cruel entertainment.
She felt the marble floor give way beneath her feet, but she maintained the composure that her aristocratic upbringing had imposed on her.
Throughout the evening, she sat next to the older matrons, watching other young women dance with suitors who would never approach her.
Her mother-of-pearl fan trembled slightly in her hands as she smiled a dignified smile, even though she was crumbling inside.
When the dance ended and the family returned in their gilded carriage, silence filled the air more eloquently than any reproach.
The next day, Don Patricio called Jimena into his office.
The walls covered with law books and maps of his extensive estates bore silent witness to a conversation that would forever change the course of her life.
The man paced back and forth, tapping the wooden floor with his mahogany cane, searching for the words to express his frustration.
""Jimena,"" he finally began, without looking her in the eye...
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