Lorenzo looked at the woman by his side. Why did her words sound so familiar? 'It's okay to cry!' Someone else had told him the same thing too, once upon a time.
A low sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips. Was this fate? "Do you, by any chance know a lady called Jasmine?" He enquired. The woman had a very similar way of speaking.
Jasmine watched him behind her mask. 'Of course, I know her. I don't just know her, I am her. This was what she wanted to say. Instead, she shook her head in denial. Silence reigned once more as they continued to watch the stage.
The model who was walking the podium posed elegantly looking confident in her style. From where she sat, Jasmine felt like she was watching a swan serenading its spouse. The view was a form of art too. She unconsciously pulled out a drawing pad and a pencil.
