CHAPTER THREE

The second, who is a freshman in high school, seemed to be dreaming, but she did not win, so she found out that Tiffany accepted her as a consolation prize. The day he called his sister's name without realizing it, he cried saying he wouldn't stop. That was last year. After that, she was buried in her work and her mother's care, with no time or opportunity to meet the boys. But she never gave up hope that she could find the man of her dreams. Mom is a faerie-loving idiot, she said she'll get better on her own. But he didn't tell Tiffany about it. There was nothing Tiffany could do. excessive attention. But deep in her heart she feels sorry for her sister. For beneath the brilliance there is nothing but emptiness. He looked in the large mirror opposite the restaurant.

Of course she was Tiffany's sister. She had the same blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. But it looks like a mirror in Tiffina Funhouse. It is three-quarters as long and twice as wide. In addition, an awards ceremony filled with cheap and rustic hairstyles, baggy t-shirts and high-waisted pants was added to bring the laughs. He looked unhappy. If only Tiff knew what she had. Like Rio in the letter. Candice put down the last glass, staggered over to the table, picked up a piece of paper folded in half, sat down heavily, read it again, and sighed. If it had been Candice on the beach, Rio wouldn't have thought about it. Tiffany's beauty opened the door for everyone to love wherever she went. Too bad I threw it in with both hands when I didn't have a big bank book. I loved someone a hundred times more than You. in his desperate work. It didn't look like her. "Oh God." She wasn't sure if she believed, but she prayed. "I have to believe it's more than that. show me what love is

0A letter with his name and words of passion caught her attention again. What if this was the open door he was waiting for?

Candice smiled and tried to stand up, put her hands on the table and throw the letter in the trash. But he stopped and came to get her instead. Somehow he couldn't bear to throw it away. Not all these words are for him, but… The moment she passed out, she opened her laptop and hit email. Before he could stop talking, he entered the email address from Leo's letter. Then he began to write.

Hello Rio, I am very happy to receive your letter. I thought about you too. That day a bee came to the beach in Bali. I can't let you go (especially how would I know?​ dreaming of you Candice

He clicked send without reading what he wrote. Then the panic began. I opened my inbox, but it's already too late. His horses traveled the world waiting to be read by a Balinese stranger. Candice stared at the screen, covering her mouth with a hand, her cheeks burning. His words just came to mind. Dreamengo [You? What was he thinking? Rio liked Tiffany, not Tiffany. There was no room for Candace in his heart. Then he remembered the name of the washing machine above him.

The only thing Rio knew was Candice. All she knew was a beautiful blonde stranger who fell in love with her one day. Through email, he was able to fill the void left by Tiffany in Indonesia. It can be sweet, it can be flirty. He could be himself and Rio would never know. He can read more of her lovely words and give her the lost love in them. Still blushing, he closed his laptop and pocketed the letter. I was under my pillow at night dreaming of meeting a handsome stranger on a beach in Bali. Candace had almost forgotten the crazy decision she had made last night until the next morning. Dressed as usual, wearing blue overalls, I had breakfast with my mother at a cafe and packed lunch. Only after I made the bed could I hear the rustling of the paper under the pillow. Heart pounding, he saw the letter and hid it in his sock drawer out of guilt. All the doubts from last night paralyzed him for a moment. But curiosity made him even better. Did Rio read his email? Did he answer? ... Candace walked into the living room, took the laptop and took it to the room. His mother hardly noticed. He closed the door which he rarely did and opened his laptop on the bed. his crazy hope. in any case

You have a new message in your inbox. No spam, no newsletters. Rio. Ignoring the head's warning that it's not real, it's not real

Counting, she followed her heart and opened the email.