BIANCA'S POV

BIANCA'S POV

I couldn't stop blushing whenever I thought about the fact that he had noticed my dislike for green beans. It felt nicer because I didn't even have to tell him, he was that observant. I looked through the tinted car window and smiled to myself. My visit to my parent's had been so enjoyable for me. I had already eaten to my complete satisfaction at home, as per Manuel's request, but my mama was still adamant on stuffing so much food into my belly. I had worn a bodycon dress that made no efforts to hide the small protusion of my belly. She and papa had...