Imela wore a violet dress that stopped above her knee and had its front parted. She had moderate makeup on her face, and her lips had nude lipstick, which matched her earrings. Her hair was in a neat bun with a lock hanging over her face to give her an edgy look. Her boyfriend had a black suit on a white crew-neck shirt, and they both looked simple yet elegant for the event.
Unlike at the company’s anniversary, they didn’t seem to know anyone here, so the couple stayed with each other. She was still smiling at whatever Fermín kept whispering into her ear, and the cuteness made my heart ache.
I groaned. Why did she have to bring him? Why was she here?
The last time I checked, this was a party for family and friends, so why was she here?
They said misery loves company.
Well, I was mise
