Sofia Fernández.
Twenty-four years of age, an accomplished diplomat, hailing from España and an amazing painter if she had anything to say about it.
There was a fact that she would be marrying a successful businessman, Kevin Young. He was successful yes, but she felt that she won the lottery for having a kind, thoughtful and sweet man.
Now everybody would assume that her life was just dazzling, it was not often so—no matter how absolutely dashing it looked good on paper.
“Yes, yes our wedding is coming up soon.” She said to her mother on the video call. Sofia glanced at her phone, it was twelve o’clock, and her mother should be preparing lunch by now.
“Where is your fiancé now?” Her mother squinted her eyes at her and tried to look behind her, “Don’t tell me he’s on another one of t
