Irene's POV
I felt really stupid. I cried in front of a man, twice. To say I was humiliated would be an understatement. Recalling how he treated me caused me to cringe internally. Luckily, my flatmate was too busy on her phone to notice my sadness. She spoke to me without even taking her eyes off her phone.
"You are back early, how did the date go?" Her fingers tapped away on her screen and several pinging sounded soon followed, signaling a notification arrival.
"The food was great and drove me home after."
"That's it?" She finally looked up at me. I had thankfully reapplied my makeup outside. It wasn't much but it covered the evidence of my crying, red, puffy eyes.
I shrugged her question. I didn't feel like answering or even talking about it. I didn't want to humiliate myself any further.
"Wait, so he didn't even
OutlineSettingIn the contemporary world, MexicoMain CharactersCatalina DiazCatalina is a smart, beautiful woman in her mid-twenties but yet unhappy as she had lost her parents and the only solace she had left her at the alter. She is about five feet six inches with a brooding personality till she met Andre Moreno.Andre MorenoAndre is an attractive man. Being the talk of the town, he doesn't let it cloud his head as he had eyes for only one woman, Catalina Diaz who proves to be stubborn and rejected his advances. His six feet two inches frame always towers over her but she never lets it intimidate her.MarianaMariana is Catalina's cousin who is very envious of her. Being a spoilt brat, she tries to ruin the relationship between Catalina and Andre.PaolaShe's Catalina's nanny. Has always been kinda like the mother she never had. She is funny and nosy.MacarioHe's Andre's best friend and tries to help his friend whenever he can. He's serious-minded with a heart for helping othe
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