CARLOTTA
I was still standing, stunted by the question he asked. The truth is that even I don't know. I don't know if I'm in love with Kia or I'm just having an attraction for him.
Kia has always been a very handsome young man, more handsome than any man I have seen in my life. He had an incomparably beautiful face.
His eyes always seemed to carry an aura of arrogance; his face was as cold as the morning breeze, and his straight nose rested high on his clear, pale face. His white, jade-like skin made him look more outstanding than any handsome man I have seen.
The first time I saw him, I couldn't take my face away, as I continued to stare at him until he clicked his fingers at me.
I always enjoyed looking at him, as his face seemed to take whatever pain or anger I was feeling. During
