Carta Para Una Persona Especial 소설 & 이야기

“This one?” Her fingers brushed it lightly. “Perfect.” I didn’t hesitate. Card out. Paid. Done. No second thoughts. Nothing was too much. Today was for her. Before leaving the store, I chose one special thing for Patty Mama, delicate and elegant, just enough to make her feel seen. And another for Mama Espe, something strong, radiant, the kind that suited her choice for moderation.

She replied, handing the card to me. "Okay you can go." I stated as she took her leave. I opened the card to see the beautiful content written by the unknown person. "The first time I saw you, I fell for your good manners, kind nature and your beauty, darling. I'm sorry I couldn't reach out to you over the phone due to some personal issues. But I'm sending you a little present as an apology and please, don't say no. Yours, Sarah R.W" I read out with a smile on my face before pulling the box closer to check the content inside.

"Same result." Hazel opened her locker. Something fell out and hit the floor at her feet. She looked down. A folded piece of paper. She picked it up. "Oh," Maya said, materialising at her shoulder. "Girl. You have a secret admirer." Hazel unfolded it. It was a full letter. Actual paragraphs, handwritten, not a quick two lines — someone had put real effort into this. They said she was different from everyone else. They said they had been wanting to say something for a while. They wanted to take her out, wherever she chose, wherever she was comfortable. They hoped she wouldn't think it was strange.

I sat back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands, trying to concentrate on something, anything, but my mind kept returning to her. Finally, I called the receptionist at her hotel, keeping my voice calm but firm. “I want to send something to Mrs. Velma,” I said. “Her special delicacy is the chocolate soufflé with fresh strawberries.” I paused for a moment, imagining her reaction, the way her eyes might light up when she saw it. Small gestures, I told myself, but maybe this one would reach her, even just a little. Maybe it would soften her heart, even for a moment, and remind her that I was thinking of her.

His words caught me off guard. Immediately, I recalled the full details of the invitation. My eyes dropped back to it, scanning until they landed on the category printed beneath. A Personal Card. My breath stilled for a second. If I remembered correctly, personal invitation cards were exclusive—crafted for a single individual. No substitutes. No companions. No exceptions. Which meant… I slowly folded the card and looked back up at Theodore, my gaze sharp. “What exactly is this supposed to mean?” I asked. “An independent card… meaning I’m expected to come alone?”

“Here’s my number, text me yours—the personal one— and I’ll let you know the place. How does 1 PM sound?” Cortez took the card from her and put it inside his pocket without looking at it. “Sounds perfect.”

Tom said, "Joey submitted the application on her birthday." Shawn kept replaying what had happened on my birthday in his mind after leaving my workplace. He couldn't understand why I'd suddenly applied to return to Summeria—he'd only forgotten my birthday and brought up the fake divorce with me. He was sure there was something else he wasn't aware of and felt like he needed to seek me out to get to the bottom of this. That same day, he bought a flight back to Summeria.

“I need you to send a letter that I have written.” Cara raised her brow at that particular statement. “This is not something that you couldn't have done Mom. you could have easily sent a letter. Or you could have sealed the envelope and I could have sent a letter. What is the big deal about sending a letter?” “The big deal about sending a letter is that you have to handover the letter in person to the man for whom this has been written.” “Okay. Sounds a bit weird but I think that is doable as well.”

I couldn't bear the thought of her enduring what I had in my own family. Exhaustion overcame me. I didn't even bother to change my clothes, simply nestling beside Amari. I glanced at my phone and spotted a few texts from my group chat, but none captured my attention. Except for a message from an unknown number. I opened it, the words long and perplexing. Who could this person be? Unknown Number: Hello, Ms. Anastacia Alcaraz. I hope all is well. I wish to discuss something important with you in person. Please give me a call.

Picking the card out from the bunch of roses, the staff who had their phones out made me read it aloud. 'To the woman who has made my life complete, turned my world upside down and still fixed it with a beauty too much to behold. My superwoman, thank you for being so strong. To the mother of my children, you're doing a great job. I just want you to know that my love for you is never going to end no matter how many times we fight and no matter what tries to come between us. I want you to always keep this with you as a reminder for whenever the storms may come around, we'll always get through it. I love you more than anything, Mi amor.'