FORTY-EIGHT

Gemma and the rest sat waiting for Abram's son to head down, the dishes looked really good, it was past six, and she recalled not eating anything after that sweet dish Isaac had prepared. Her heart couldn't stop thinking about Juan, no matter how much she tried brushing it off, her mother was going to soon notice something was wrong, His sudden appearance confused her, she couldn't pick her words well.

Finally Gemma heard steps, he seemed to be running down the stairs, she swallowed raising her gaze, Gemma's eyes met Marbella's penetrating gaze. She awkwardly smiled at her.

"I'm here!" He got down, Gemma had imagined something different, but this young man in front of her, was a nerd, with blue eyes, he smiled at her like he had known her for a while, she searched her head for words,

"Right, Gemma, this is Richard..." Abram says, she watched him, he reminded her of herself, or was it? She thought.

"Hi," He says, with a faint smile.

"Hi, Richard," she replied awkwardly, there