Fantasy to Reality

Rory’s POV

To her left Mauro was fidgeting. His hands could not be still, his eyes darted everywhere, and Mauro would let out big breaths every once in a while. Besides that Mauro looked like a million dollars. With a dark navy suit and his curls somehow combed, Mauro didn’t look like the kid Rory used to hang out with in high school. This guy beside her was a different guy, a man.

Not resisting the urge, Rory caught Mauro’s hand, interlacing her fingers among his, “Are you okay?” His response was a short nod, “We can leave if you want.” She sweetly caressed Mauro’s hand with her thumb.

“We can’t,” Mauro simply said, giving a little squeeze to Aurora’s hand, “This is work.”