"No!" She loosen his grip on her hands.
"I'm sorry."
Francisco countenance that was glimmering like fireflies pleasant to the eyes, suddenly overshadowed with rage. The skin of his forehead revealing the lines of his fury as his eyes narrowed deeper.
"I'm sorry." Araceli grabbed her purse and quickly stood on her feet, her gaze meandering away from Francisco's, but then-
A familiar figure were standing behind Francisco.
"Franco!" She mutters underneath her breath. Her lips suddenly muttering words that was meaningless. She could hear the thumping sound of her heart as she remained there staring into the man's gaze, but then-
