Downstairs?
Which downstairs?
"Platinum!" interrupted Britney's speculation.
Manuel, can you please stop making me have no secrets at all?
Five minutes later, Britney went downstairs and indeed saw a cool and eye-catching Ford parked outside.
The black car, Manuel leaned lazily against it, wearing a long navy-blue coat, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses. From a distance, he watched Britney walking towards him, a hint of tenderness flickering in his deep eyes.
Britney approached and stood in front of the tall and elegant Manuel; she looked like a little woman. And this man was like the bright moon in the sky, cold and noble, untouchable.
Taking the rose, Manuel opened the passenger door for Britney while shielding her from above.
Ever since Bryant was given to Britney, Manuel eithe
