" A woman is dangerous when armed with beauty and a sense of humour, as she becomes irresistibly attractive." - Alfredo Cano ♥
The life of Kristine La Cartier couldn't get any more interesting, but when she and her sisters attend the most prestigiou...
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𝓚𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮
"What are you doing here?"
He released my wrist. "For a night stroll."
"I meant, what are you doing here? In New York?"
"You . . . . wouldn't understand", he said quietly.
I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. "Try me."
He stared down at me, debating whether to tell me or not. After a few seconds, he said. "Come with me." Then, started to walk past me.
I followed him.
While we were walking, I received a few stares and they were mostly from older men. Honestly, I felt a little uncomfortable but as always I ignored it.
All of a sudden, Charle's gently placed his hand on my waist and tugged me close beside him. My side brushed against his hard chest. I looked up at him and he was looking forward with his jaw tensed.
Kristine, push him away.
At that second, I zoned out.
15 minutes later
I must've been too lost in my thoughts because we've already stopped walking.
"Kristine." I heard Charles call and looked up at him.
"Hm?"
He lowered his brows and his eyes analyzed my face.
"You alright?", he asked softly.
"Yes."
"You look -" He sighed. "We're here." He released my waist.
I looked at the front. We were standing in front of Lincoln Centre for The Performing Arts.
"I always wanted to come here, but never did." I smiled while looking up at the building. It looks even cooler at night.
"I've played in many places around Europe, but one place I've always wanted to play in . . . is here." I looked up at Charles and he was looking up at the building with hopeful eyes.
"I'm sure you could. Why don't you?"
He sighed. "I don't know. I've never performed out of Europe. Performing here means everything to me. What if I get nervous and mess up everything?", he muttered and his jaw tightened.
I stayed silent for a few seconds.
"Do you trust yourself?", I asked suddenly. He looked down at me confused, "Do you trust yourself, Charles?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "Why do you ask?", he questioned.
