The word was "Masterpiece." There was no other word to describe the man before her—a masterpiece born to the world of ethereal beauties. He blended into his surroundings like a leaf floating through a gentle stream. Both men and women alike made space and time for the man with utmost pleasure. And it seemed he left nothing but positive energy as he departed each company.
He was slowly making his way toward Lorena, but he did it leisurely, greeting all the people he met along the way. Once or twice, he looked directly at Lorena, and something about the man's intense blue eyes put Lorena at ease. She couldn't help but feel very much surprised at how she felt. There had never been a man who had made Lorena feel that way. To her, it felt like all the rhyme and reason had left her mind, leaving only a subtle curiosity behind.
"He looks nothing like his grandfather." Lorena thought as she sipped her wine glass slowly.
