Raquel was risking her life, while she was here.
The lush green maze that was standing 5 feet in height seemed mesmerizing. There are flowers, and beads of roses that were coiling perfectly around each branch. Italia Mercedes could have admired them some other time, because as of the moment, she couldn’t do so such a thing.
Her eyes are sparkling with distraught, while her chest was filled with both hate and anger. It was of contempt, thus far, upon seeing her reflection, a 20 year old half Parisian clad in a white traje de boda (a wedding dress) flared off the loathsome emotion that was spreading like a wildfire across her entire body.
“If you are going to cry there, I’ll f*****g swear that I’ll drag you back here, Italia.” A man cut off her thoughts.
A tear fell from her eyes.
