The Charity Gala

“Keep me informated” —he tells me before leaving with Gerrit, so punctual.

I'm left alone in the apartment, I look at the clock, it's almost eight o'clock at night. I hope Silvain is not late, although I must point out that he is also obsessed with time. I decide to go down to the porch, not even five minutes pass when a brand new sports car boasts its arrival. It's him, there's no need to doubt it. In fact, the horn sounds twice and I'm heading to the expensive car. My face is a poem when I see that enigmatic specimen of a man get out and go around the car, my mouth goes dry. It seems impossible but no, he looks more perfect than ever, with a dark tailored Italian suit, he doesn't wear a tie, instead he sports a black bow tie. From his straight and brown hair a neat hairstyle.

Its captivating perfume penetrates deep into my being, stirring all my nerve endings in a tidal wave. A smile curves on his lips, then he opens the door for me, like a gentleman.

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