CHAPTER NINE

Marcelo's POV

I couldn't place what struck me as spectacular in her eyes, but it was suddenly hard to lower my gaze as soon as I saw her.

Her eyes could be likened to a sea of honey, so viscous it's hard to swim out of. Her blond hair meandering down her shoulders, curly and messy, but it felt it was made to suit just her.

I could trace the tiny spots of freckles on her cheeks, they were unnoticeable but you could only tell when you were just a finger-length away.

For a moment, I couldn't make out Ella's words, and my eyes began to trail down her face to her lips —

“Brother!” Ella whined, tugging at my arms, “wouldn't you step in already? You're keeping them waiting,” She said excitedly.

I would have sworn it was me being delusional, but I felt her gaze linger on mine just for a while longer before I walked in.

Many would die to have my shoes sitting on their doorstep, but she doesn't know who I am?

For a moment, I was grateful Ella was there to snap me out of my thoughts.

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