|Aila|
After that intense dinner with Sandro, I never wished to meet him again. There’s something about him that makes me think that something is wrong. Maybe because he can see a person who looks like me in his dream that’s why everytime I see him, I can feel fire through his eyes.
“Hi, Mister Hugo!”
And here we go again, my son who is so fond of Sandro keeps on going into his unit. There’s even a time where he slept there because we had a misunderstanding. He treated Sandro’s unit as his safe place that every time I have work, he would rather be with Sandro than his Uncle Mavy.
I can’t even help myself from getting jealous because Steven’s even more excited to see Sandro than me.
I never thought that I will love modeling that I even spent most of my time going into fashion
