CHAPTER 52
LASTING MEMORIES
The next evening, Blanca dabbed on lipstick as she beamed into the bathroom mirror. She had agreed to a night out with Carlos at an old tavern, to relieve what she’d been through over the past few months. She reached for her clutch purse, grabbed her keys and drove towards the centre of Rio.
Fluttering in her stomach and tingles down her spine brought up an image of Carlos. The way his dimples enhanced his looks, the way his muscular lean body made her lose all breath, and how his piercing dark brown eyes made her shiver. She loved the way he moved fluidly as he took photographs, his muscles rippling and dominating the space around him. She loved his creative flair and ability to give life to his photos. She couldn’t sleep without an image of him in her mind.
