After all these years, she couldn't believe she would see him again. Especially not by sheer coincidence. She had avoided this man at all cost, so why did God allow her to meet him again? It felt like a cruel joke.
The man had been drinking with Diana earlier, but she kept on talking to the others. He eventually became bored and decided to look around instead. It was then that he saw the woman falling, and he caught her before it happened. Ricardo hugged her.
"Are you okay?" He asked her. Their eyes met. Rose didn't know how to react. The memories of what happened returned to her at once. What happened five years ago?
She still remembered how he betrayed her. How she had to climb out of that burning car to save her life and the babies and the condition when she gave birth to her children.
Meanwhile, his gaze was fixated on her face. He observed every little detail of it. She had a pair of beautiful amber eyes and light brown shadow on the lid. Her nose was tall, and her lips were plump, painted in scarlet. Her skin was covered in light makeup. Her lashes were long and thick. She looked enticing without being vulgar.
Ricardo had met plenty of beautiful women before, but something about her felt oddly familiar.
"You, have we met before?" He asked. Hah! He didn't recognize her. Of course, he wouldn't. She looked like a completely different person. Besides, even if she didn't change her face, she doubted he would even remember her.
Rose was holding herself back from murdering the man before her, right there and then. Ah, how she wanted to strangle him for everything he did. But she must maintain her composure. She didn't want to ruin her friend's wedding day.
Before she could answer, his luxury watch suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. It created a scratch on the surface.
"Your watch is scratched, let me pay for the damage." Rose said.
Don't worry, it's not a big deal. I know people working there, I can just get it fixed. He replied. Instead, he picked up his phone.
"Instead, why don't you give me your number?"
"Why do you want my number?" She asked.
Truthfully, Ricardo didn't know the answer to that question. He just wanted to know her more and remained in contact. Yes, it was strange.
For some reason, Ricardo thought she was familiar. The woman reminded him a lot of Rose. Their appearance was completely different, the voice was also different.
Yet something about her was similar to Rose. He just couldn't figure out what it was.
The Rose he knew was a gentle, sweet and cheerful person. She had always been pure and innocent. The kind of woman who sees the best in others.
But the woman before him was elegant, mature and confident. Their vibe was completely different from each other.
He snapped out of his own thoughts and gathered his composure.