Carrie

“Carrie?”

“Eduardo,” I acknowledged the man that called me.

“How old are you?”

“Why do you ask?” I took my eyes off the large party hall which people were walking in and out of with glee that matched the expensiveness of their clothes written all over their faces.

“I have always wondered. You look really young.”

“How old are you?” I returned his question.

“I am thirty. So is Alessandro.”

I glanced at the quiet man seated next to me. Then, I replied, “I am twenty-four.”

“Wow. Really?” I didn’t understand Eduardo’s excitement, so I faked a smile when my eyes met his image in the centre mirror. “I...