The Oro meant gold in Español, which was a slang between Christine and her uncle when the important families were present. The fundraiser event was hosted every year where the needy were been thrown a party, but Christine knew it was an avenue for the rich and politicians to pretend they were nice and promote their names and families.
Either way, it favored people like her and her neighbor hood. There would be free interesting foods, financial donations to orphanage homes, sponsors on educations and struggling businesses and most importantly, something satisfying for Christine to look forward to. She loved helping out the community whether she got paid back or not...especially when there was no pay back.
Being an orphan with her uncle in her life as her only guardian, she understood what it meant to become a helping hand to the needy.
"Oi! Diego, you're next. Why aren't you on the queue?" Christine said to a familiar teenager, proudly guiding him towards the line for food. An elderly woman limped forward with the hope of sitting on a spare sit in front. Only for a tall masculine figure to crash onto the comfortable sofa with so much confidence.
The woman's face contorted into a sad expression, "but honey, I was about to sit there please. My bones are not what they used to be ages ago, haha!" She said with the hope he would get up.
"It means you're aging well. What do people want, am I right?" His voice seemed to immediately irk Christine, or was it what he said?
Angrily, she stormed over to their midst. Her blood was boiling but she managed to hold it together.
"You're expecting an Oscar award for that lame joke?" She made sure she stressed her tone enough to show her disgust. The man raised his gaze to take a picture of her. His face was protected by the heavy sunshades, however the way his lips curved in a sly grin revealed the face of a very handsome man. His masculine physique and sleek haircut began to convince Christine he was a fine man. But with such rotten personality--??!
"I knew I ended things with you last night, but your angelic appearance is beginning to make me change my mind, Delores." Said the rude man, as if in a trance.
Her nose crunched, "wrong number, The Grinch. Stand up for grandma Coco."
This behavior got a shocking pause from the stranger that he had to take his glasses off. Seductive pair of pale brown eyes lit up. "Sorry?"
"It's alright, my child. I'll just stand--" grandma Coco tried to argue but Christine cut her off politely.
"No, grandma. He made a terrible mistake because he was drunk. But I'm sure he's fine now."
"Drunk? You must be the drunk one here. Do you know who I am?" Asked the stranger.
"Do you know who I am?" Christine advanced closer, each steps in a confident stride. "I am Christie Ora. Get up, young man!"
The stranger actually laughed out loud, a set of dimples crinkling so his eyes glinted majestically in a way. He was a fine man, but even he shouldn't have spoken to Christine or grandma Coco in that manner.
"Oh dear," grandma Coco winced.
"Or what? You're gonna make me? How dare you even--"
It happened so fast. The young man was talking at first, then next, Christine leaned in and dragged him by his arms with all her strength, throwing him up on his feet.
People gathered and, obviously with big shock on their faces, wondered what had transpired between sweetheart Christine and the young master of the Maynard household.