Alvaro
“Do you think she’ll come?” Juan asked for the hundredth time as he kept staring at the door while we both stood very close to the podium, welcoming all the visitors.
He was frantically staring at the door, his excitement gradually getting replaced with disappointment.
He hadn’t asked a thing about what had happened earlier and I was grateful for that. He had a small bouquet of roses in his hands which he kept arranging every passing minute and I made a small prayer to the goddess, pleading for her to make Ximena come to the party, if not for my sake but for that of Juan.
The door flung open and behold, an angel stood at the entrance and believe me when I say, I wasn't the only one basking in her beauty and mesmerized by her presence.
She was radiating a special kind of beauty
