An Intense Visit

Katya

He found me.

I returned my phone to the sink and sucked in a deep breath, knowing that my time in the jacuzzi was over. Just as I didn't have the luxury of letting my imagination go wild like it had done over the years.

It was time to face the music. Ferrara De Castello would be here any minute.

My body was rinsed and wrapped in a white bathrobe, my hair which was the length of my waist, wet and shimmering with the flecks of silver in the ginger red color.

As I pulled it to the side, I studied my reflection in the mirror. Sharp high cheekbones, full lips, long pointed nose and almond shaped hue honey brown eyes framed on a small delicate face with porcelain doll skin. The people who had met me said I looked like a goddess, perfection itself.

But I was far from being perfect; I had sunk low and gotten my hands dirty to achieve the dream that had kept me awake for the past five years,

Ruining Ferrara De Castello, the father of my son.

Just on cue, the doorbell went off, and I pu