POV: Victoria 

“Miguel Myers…” I thought to myself as I smiled brightly, thinking of his smile, his beautiful smile. I sat on my bed, a soft smile dancing on my lips as I replayed the day’s events in her mind. Meeting Miguel Myers had been unexpected but delightful, so amazing. 

He had listened to me, like truly listened, as I poured out my thoughts and feelings, something I hadn’t realized I craved until now. The way he engaged with me, nodding and responding with genuine interest, made me feel valued. His eyes, those beautiful eyes that made me feel as if I was looking into a mirror. I can’t forget...