![]() ![]() His black hair, slightly longer than fashionable, came almost to his shoulders, framing his handsome face that, even now flustered in anger, had the beauty of a Michelangelo statue come to life. Dressed as Dorian Grayĭespite the fury that burned inside me, my breath caught in my chest, for he was a vision of beauty in his three piece black suit, the jacket open to reveal a white shirt, a red vest, a white rosebud caught in its lapel. “I loved your story,” he said, when I put the cup down.īécquer at the Halloween Party. I shook my head to get rid of the memories, and sipped my coffee. ![]() How strange the little things I remembered from my old life, the one I gave up when I followed my ex-husband to the States. How did he know, I wondered, that I missed the Spanish cafés and the coffee served like this, in white porcelain cups? Maybe he missed them, too, and he had guessed. I thanked him for the coffee and for the fact that he had brought me a real cup. ![]() Let’s see him through Carla’s eyes as he insinuates himself into her life teasing her with his old-fashioned manners and good looks, before disappearing in a blur of blue.īécquer came b ack sooner than I expected and set the espresso in front of me: a small cup on a saucer, the European way. September 17 has arrived and Immortal Love is finally on sale. ![]()
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