Enrique
The waved crashed wildly against the shore, a soft breeze blowing through her soft blonde hairs as they sat by the beach, enjoying the silence and peace. Vera for once was silent and Enrique watched her from the corner of his eyes, a little thrown at just how beautiful she was. He almost lost his mind as she walked over in that red bikini of hers. The one she was still wearing under the white cover up. She grasped everyone's attention. She was that stunning. And Enrique would admit that, they actually did look pretty good together.
She didn't look like any of the Vazquez to be honest. A little like Vienna maybe. But not much. Who the hell was her mother? Was she right? Was she really a...No, Enrique shook his
