EVA’S POV
“What flavor of ice cream do you want?” I asked Lorenzo.
“I want vanilla,” he said, taking a moment to look up from the telecoco show he was watching on his tablet. We both were at the amusement park, surrounded by children’s laughter and the vibrant colors of spinning rides.
“Good then, let’s go get it,” I said, holding his free hand as we both walked to the ice cream counter. There was a queue, and I stood behind the last person on the line, my eyes travelled around the area, enjoying the colorful display of lights and flavors. In the midst of my glancing, a strong tap on my shoulder jolted me. I turned around and was met by the curious gaze of a young brunette.
“Excuse me, are you Miss Eva Armani?” she asked and her curious gaze shifted from me and landed on Lorenzo.
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