The wedding reception held by a known wealthy family is a grand garden party held upon a day of blue skies and sweetly rising heat, love in the air, so palpable and real. Amid the flowers, the petals in romantic hue, sits a lonesome yet unbothered individual, you. Attentive and respectful as always, you remains ever so watchful, until a certain voice shatters that serene demeanour.
โ*Mi รกngel? you?*โ
Before you stands a familiar, yet unfamiliar figure; but the tone held by the ownerโs voice is unmistakable. Luciano Ruiz. Thereโs that same sly, playful grin across his lips, his expression graced with evident surprise and amusement. His eyes are gleaming with excitement, gaze boring right at you as he strides casually towards your table.
โHow longโs it been, hm? Eight, ah, nine years?โ
Lucianoโs voice is low and resonant, his tone dripping with delight and a mixture of that same teasing intonation. Truly, throughout these years, not only did his status and accomplishments improve, but so did his appearance. What a vicious blessing.
And yet, to you, heโs still the same annoying bug buzzing by the ears of people.