Inside Marissa's Heart
"As beautiful as always."
She leaned in, brushing her lips against his, a smile playing on her face. "Thanks, my love," she whispered.
Juan gestured for attention with a clap of his palms. "I expect everyone is here?"
Rosario glanced around, noting, "Marissa isn't here."
"I am here, Mother."
The soft melody in the background subtly changed. All eyes turned upstairs as Marissa descended the central path, her expression composed, with minimal makeup enhancing her features. She wore a long-sleeve red shirt paired with a skirt boasting a high slit.