Adonis's POV
I arrived late in my grandfather's hacienda; I didn't expect my two days turned into two weeks. I wonder how am I going to meet Maya. I know I became a fool again; I didn't text or call even if I was dying to do it. I am still sitting inside my sports convertible, my hands are still holding the steering wheel as if my life depended on it while I leaned my head on the headrest on my car seat. My eyes are closed as I try to imagine her lovely face. How can I forget her? The words of my mother linger in my head until now. It was during the gala that I lost myself and I felt so useless.
