PENÉLOPE
I never thought destiny would play me like this.
Rodrigo.
There I was, face to face with the damn traitor Rodrigo, just another guest among all those people handpicked by Ofelia Bell. Who would've thought I'd run into him again so soon?
He had seen me at my lowest point, just over three years ago, with a heart so broken because of him. Paris wasn't the city of love for me. It was a place of healing, of letting the past come between me and what I truly was.
I sat in front of Rodrigo, with my head held high and that newfound haughtiness that characterized me. I definitely wasn't the same woman he had last seen when he left me for my sister.
All eyes were on me, including those of my ex, who couldn't quite recognize me. He gave me a discreetly lustful glance, tracing my silhoue
