Carta Para Alguien Especial 소설 & 이야기

she said, handing it to me. I opened the letter and read over the contents, my heart plummeting as I read the words. It was a note from Alpha Don Carter, requesting me to be his date for the next festival. The implications of this request caused a rush of fear through me. I looked at my father, who was observing me carefully, his face a combination of curiosity and worry.

It has a beautiful design, guitar and red rose. He did not think that he could use it in this situation. After typing the date, Daniel started making a simple letter for the young lady. But because he was worried that Ara might recognize his handwriting, the young man decided to do it using his laptop and then he printed it out on a piece of paper with a mysterious design. Dear Ara, It doesn't matter who I am. What is important is my feelings for you. I do not know where it came from and where it is going? You are so beautiful. And for me, you are the most beautiful woman in my world.

It was taken a year ago, his mind traveled, remembering the memory. “You can ask me anything, I’ll give you!” He said and he was thinking she might want something luxurious for her birthday gifts. Previously, she never asked for birthday gifts and Martin just randomly chose presents for her. For this time, he already prepared a special present for her, a private jet designed based on her taste. But what next that Martin heard made him surprised. “I want to have a picture with you” Stephanie said it with hesitation, afraid if Martin doesn’t like it “We never take pictures together. I know many news have our pictures but it feels different if we take it personally. I want to have one which I c

I was already searching the ground to see if maybe the card had fallen as she was handing it over to me. "Sì, Seńorita." She replied with that same weird smile on her face. From behind her back, she brought out a small plain white card and gave it to me. "To Mia." I read aloud. I turned the card round. Maybe the person decided to put his name there instead, but I was disappointed to see it was blank. Not to draw out her curiosity any further, I thanked Catalina and she curtsied and left.

Aria's POV "Hey, what's that?" I said as I turned around to face the card. Maya was a quicker. She stooped and picked it up, curiously flipping it open. "Oh, this would be nice," she said, giggling and squinting to read what was written inside the card. 'For every storm I walk through, I hope to find my way back to the warmth that feels like home–you. Until then, keep blooming, and wait for me.'

"When you miss your mom, open one. No matter where I am or what time it is, I'll come back to make your wish come true. This life might be long, but I'll always be here with you." Camellia began unwrapping the stars one by one. [Plant a little tree.] [Adopt a corgi.] [Grow old together.] … She picked up her phone, snapped a picture of one of the stars, and sent it to Andres. Her phone screen remained dark. There was no response from him. Half an hour later, a package arrived. It was the painting Valentina had made for them that day. However, instead of depicting the two of them sitting side by side, the image showed two entangled figures of Andres and Valentina in bed.

Sonia said hesitantly. "That is my dream guy's card!" Mandy grabbed Sonia's arm and started shaking it. It was obvious that she was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. Sonia sighed and took Daniel's credit card from the room. Mandy took the card and looked at it carefully. The surface of the card was silver and black, and in the middle of it was a low-key, simple, and unique character. Just as she was about to turn over the card, Eva snatched it away. "Wow, this card is so unique. Can you get your name carved on a card? Is that a symbol of his last name? Where can I get one? I want to get one too!"

Aside from my father, no man has ever gifted me something so precious before. "I had it made specially for you," Carol said, his voice low and sincere. "Because that's what you are Andera- special"

I thought trying to see the humor, but my thoughts halted were I read the card. It was a personal card with the letters cut out and blocked from newspapers and magazines. All of them I recognize from tabloids and articles about my career. The letters made out the sentence: WisHinG Y0u wEll, Ava! I hop3 U EnD ^p liKe ThE fAlliNg staR U weRe DestInEd 2 BE.

They both knew Kara didn’t have people like him in her life. She entered her room then closed the door behind her. Sat on the bed, then opened the envelope, only to find a business card. “Jairo Vitale.” She read out his name, furrowing her brows. What kind of man delivers a business card by hand?