|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“What?”
My eyes squinted in his direction and my hands were crossed against my chest.
“You have important duties that are needed to attend to as soon as possible? So why have you suddenly changed your mind and decided to go back with me to Barcelona? What will you be doing there?”
“Nothing. I just want to visit the plantation once again,” he said. My forehead creased.
“Again?” I asked, suddenly confused by his words. Does he mean that he wanted to see the plantation? But...I don’t remember anything about him visiting our estate. The first time I met Lorenzo was at…the graveyard.
Now that I think of it, it sounded a bit peculiar if I was suddenly asked by many how I met him.
My eyes squinted in his direction, trying to ransack my memories if my pa
