She had been giving him the glare of affection, hinting and winking at him, just to be noticed. However, he chose to turn a blind eye; Yes, she is quite beautiful, firmly sculpted by the Creator's firm hold, but she is not worthy of being loved by him.


She summoned the courage to talk to him, but he was too shy and scurried away like a roach that saw a broom. She blushed at his shyness, which made him even more handsome, and thought to herself, "What a sweet man he is. I must make him mine; no one must get him before me."


He was indeed a Prince Charming - a tall, dark guy with a well-carved face, possessing feminine, arched lashes. His golden eyes made heartbeats pulsate, and his lips, too pink for a man, were irresistible. She'd made up her mind to win him over, no matter how long it took.


Gradually, at the most minute pace, she got closer, close enough to become friends, and later, best buddies. Months later, she bloomed in the safe haven of their relationship. She became the talk of the town, envied by other...