Valentina blinked, and she returned back to the present. Back to staring at the face of the man who stole and then broke her heart for the very first time.
Who stole her innocence, and toyed with her naivety.
Fresh out of the mansion for the very first time, she thought the lean waisted artist with his boyish charms was everything.
The man who shaped her perspective of what a handsome man was supposed to look like.
She pedestalized him. Saw him as an idol in her head.
And when the crash came, it hit her so hard, she swore off men.
Valentina's gaze shifted, and her heart rumbled a little.
This one confused her. One part of her wanted to see him dead, and the other had her feeling something she could only describe as yearning.
Her past, the present– "What is the future?" She questioned her heart.
"How did you manage to get her, you sly-sly man!" Chris grinned from ear to ear.
