"What am I doing wrong, Victoria? Jaime was easy to teach, even when I thought it would be a struggle," Diego said, later that night when the hacienda was quiet.
"You taught Felipe. There was only one of him, wasn't there?" Victoria said, sitting next to her husband.
"If I took them one on one, then I will get somewhere," Diego said. His sons were harder to deal with than he thought, and the ranch had kept him busy. His family needed him, and he hadn't been there.
"Querida, you are magnificent," he murmured, leaning over to kiss her gently.