Stephano De Luan. That very day he extended his hand towards her. A truce for the beginning of a friendship. Somehow Rose knew that it was a deep feeling at first sight. Even before the word love could be imprinted in her head as a concept, she knew she felt something strong for Stephano.
She could vividly recall each and every detail. His face was almost unreadable but his eyes were fierce and sharp piercing towards her. She remembered his left foot was in front and his right foot a little behind giving that pose of a poise gentleman in a black suit. His hair a little tousled to one side but was still gelled to perfection. How one strand was so stubborn that it tried to m******e his entire hair but couldn't because he was just so... beautiful with his alluring eyes.
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