The Wrong Revenge

Sofia

I'm so thrilled! By this time tomorrow, "Mrs." will be added to my name. I will no longer be addressed as "Sofia"; rather, Mrs. Miguel.

Oh my gosh! I screamed excitedly.

"When are you going to get your wedding ring?" Linda asked curiously.

"Miguel, my fiancé, will be coming here to pick me up; we will go out to get the ring and other stuff at the sky super store," I answered with a face full of ecstasy.

We were sitting very close to each other on the same couch in the parlour, glancing at the television show.

A soft sunlight filtered through the window, casting delicate patterns across the marble floor, shadows across the wallpaper and other beautiful photo frames hung on the wall.

A piercing, gentle breeze was blowing, accompanied by a faint scent of ornamental plants that surrounded the building

Our images were captured on a mirror standing next to the shelves that housed several interesting books.

Linda was so overwhelmed with joy. A very good and trusted friend of mine from childhood, a very jovial type. She now works at ETC Bank, a renowned bank. She had taken permission and suspended everything just to come and be with me.

My eyes were fixed more on the wall clock, gazing while it struck tick tock...tick tock sound. I was patiently waiting for Miguel's arrival by 2:00 pm.

The atmosphere was so bright, calm, and friendly. I could feel the gentle breeze as it blew across, forcing the ornaments to swing in different directions.

Lizzy, my sister, out of excitement, had gone to make sure the wedding hall for tomorrow's event was well organized.

"Just hold on, you will see me and Linda right away. I responded to Miguel's call enthusiastically.

"He is downstairs waiting already!"

"Linda, please let's rush! It's Miguel who just called! He is already outside waiting."

"Do I need to go with you?" Linda asked, looking so defiant.

"Yes, of course!" I uttered with a frown, which quickly disappeared. We rushed down immediately to meet Miguel.

When we got downstairs, he was standing beside his car, an ash coloured Lexus, resting his back on it and flashing his blue charming eyes at random.

I was so captivated by his charming look and smile. He was putting on a white sleeveless shirt that exposed part of his broad, hairy chest.

When he saw me, his piercing blue eyes pierced hard into me. That forced out a smile on my face.

I cooed and hugged him.

When I pulled back my body, he smiled and waved at Linda, who was standing beside us.

I moved and opened the front door and sat in front of the car while Linda sat behind, and we drove off.

There was heavy traffic congestion on the way, on both lanes. We were busy confabulating seriously inside the car. And cool music was playing. After spending a lot of time, we were able to maneuver our way through.

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