Chapter 45

The confusion in Latina’s face was swept away. Looking at the man’s face lightened by the sun rays, as if focused by the spotlight, she knew he was her savior. She awkwardly stretched her lips, trying to copy what she visualized since she saw that warm and sweet curl on his lips. Latina thought it was fascinating and the man deserved to be addressed in the same way. “Heh.” A small sound escaped her mouth when she forced her lips to curve the way she wanted it to be while showing her teeth. She looked silly.