Novel & Cerita Carta Para Alguien Especial

I picked up the card with shaking hands and read the message written in elegant script. "You can never replace her. A Secret Admirer"

White roses formed a heart shape in the middle and red roses surrounded it on the outer side. It consisted of a note saying "Wherever you are, that is where I wanna be." And then earth was drawn three arrows pointing towards three different directions. On the first arrow it was written "Here." On the second one "Or here" on the third one "Even here" and three purple hearts were made.... Awww so cute but who would send me I wondered. It can't be Ethan, right? He doesn't have an artistic bone in his body. Is there someone who likes me? Hopefully he's nice.

I was biting my lips angrily. " Anyway, Love, I was looking for you," Jace said, handing me a card. I recognized the insignia on the front. It belonged to the Carter family. The cute white note only had a few words from Christina Carter, AN INVITATION TO THE CARTER MANOR NEXT SATURDAY. signed, CC.

More couples are dancing to the slow rhythm, some are on their tables eating with their loved ones, and sone arer just watching but you can see how genuine their happiness is. I silently sat down in the corner and quietly reading the letters. Each word that I read just give off magic. It has something between the lines and how the words are being gathered, and how each portrays eternal feeling of relief. But,there's this one letter that has no name writen on it. It's a light brown paper with some dried petals on the front page. I opened it and it made me stop breathing for seconds. It says: To my moon. I love you the most.

I was never the kind to post personal information on social media. Regarding the sender, no information was provided. I sat down and tried to gather myself, but curiosity won out. I tried to calm myself by smiling. The envelope slipped off while I was trying to hold onto the gift. Ciara extended her hand to grab it. Everyone stared at it with curiosity, so I asked her to read it aloud. "you're my favorite daydream, from an admirer.💗" I couldn't help but blush as Ciara glanced over the letter and grinned at me.

"So, I have a couple of ideas for a special Valentine's Day." I crouched to my knees and sat next to him. "Yeah?" "We could decorate the gym with roses and balloons and surprise her with it." I scoffed, "I want something more special." "Well, only you know her well. Think of something that's special to her, then do it." For the first time, Carter was right. Only I knew Jenna, and only I knew what she considered special and what she considered ordinary. And I knew exactly what I needed to do.

So, I need something to help motivate him in the right direction, and who is better to do that than his beloved mate? I pick up my phone at that thought and arrange for a customized gift basket of the things I learned she loves during the time we spent together and her favorite flowers. For Paris, I order a personalized set of cufflinks and an antique, rare painting that I know he’s going to love. He loves art, or at least he used to since I don't know who he is anymore. I tell the person I’ve tasked with organizing all this to make it quick.

I’m about to think more when a message comes through from him. I open the message and scan the contents. Hello Tesoro. I would like to schedule a meeting when you are free to discuss two very special commission pieces for two very special people in my life. Please have your people reach out at your earliest convenience. Matteo DeAngelis. I smirk at this and send back the generic response. Thank you for contacting Tesoro, for all work related requests please send a message to @PheonixCouture. Many thanks, Tesoro.

She quickly grabbed it and opened it, unfolding the note inside. Dear Cara, Hello there! How are you? I’ll see you today in your class. Hope to meet you again soon. Lovingly Yours, Mr. Smith Cara’s breath caught in her throat. Mr. Smith? The letter was unsettling. Who was this person, and how did they know so much about her? She suddenly felt very exposed, as if someone had been watching her all along. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed. And who was this mysterious Mr. Smith?

I picked it curiously and pulled it open. "Wow,” I breathed. A charm bracelet. It was simple yet so dazzling. Attached to it was a small note card. Careful enough not to rip it out, I flipped it to the side and read the nicely handwritten note which read; You're special and this piece, though beautiful, could never measure up to you. I LOVE YOU. I found myself running my finger across the paper. Why was I smiling? Was he going to give this to... me? No! I shook my head. It might not be.