Charlette’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“You forgot,” he replied calmly and I frowned.
“We were in the same kindergarten. We were together for two years,” he added and my mind short-circuited.
How could it be possible?
My kindergarten was a modest one because my mother couldn’t afford an expensive one.
How could Emanuel be my classmate?
He is so handsome. No, he is devilishly handsome. He should be the same as when he was a kid. How could I not remember him?
“I was chubby back then and the most introverted in the class,” he told her further and a blurred image of a chubby boy appeared at the back of my mind.
“No… that can’t be. You… and chubby.... o please,” I argued, putting my other hand at my lower back.
“I sent you something. Check it,” he replied and I immediately opened the chat box.
