The night of the bachelor party arrived without fanfare, as if the ranch itself knew it wasn't meant to be a big party, but rather an intimate celebration among friends. João, my foreman and brother at heart, had organized everything in the barn—the same place where, months ago, I had seen Alice walk in for the first time at that Christmas party, beautiful in her red dress, changing my life forever.
When I arrived, the barn was lit by lanterns hanging from the beams, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. A few wooden tables had been arranged in a circle, with beer bottles and snacks that Rosa had prepared. In the center, a guitar rested on a chair, waiting for someone who knew how to play it.
"There you are, boss!" João greeted me with a strong hug. "Ready for your last night of freedom?"
