Adan took me for a late lunch in the town nearby. It was a luxurious place with golden chandeliers and soft music seeping like a river from the speakers. It was everything I wasn’t used to being and everything that seemed extremely fitting to someone like Theresa.
I sat opposite the man I loved and returned his smile, trying to focus on the things he was saying and not simping over how good he looked in a suit. For a change, he wore a white shirt, unbuttoned around the neck and the suit was in a dark grey color which complimented his eyes almost to perfection. Now that the blood was washed off his face and the stubble was gone, he looked younger, almost his age. His honey blond hair was slicked back in a ponytail and a warm smile stretched his lips as continued to look at me, the promise
