I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the third time, smoothing the fabric of the floral dress in a useless gesture.
Too simple? Maybe.
The neckline was modest, the slightly puffed sleeves gave it a romantic touch, and the skirt fell softly around my knees. But would it fit in with the luxury of that school?
It was too late to change.
The low rumble of a car engine echoed down the street, and my stomach jumped involuntarily. I pulled the curtain aside just enough to see the black car stopping in front of the house.
He came.
Miguel stepped out with the same impeccable posture as always, his dark suit perfectly tailored to his body, his serious expression hiding any trace of the man I had once truly known.
I took a deep breath and stepped outside, feeling the cool afternoon air
