Throughout the years if being a single woman and never having a man's touch on your delicate floral figure, most men weren't interested in asking you for dates, gifting you gifts, no flowers or nothing at all. You didn't mind it at all as you didn't dealt with anyone's drama or trauma. You had your own life to live.

Until your friends plucked you to the max and made you look like a lady and your face was flushed red and you were very good looking. Then you arrived to a lavish extravagant restaurant, you thought it couldn't be bad until you seen a man and his name was Vasquez.

Your heart sunk low and you were shocked, yet you remained a calm look on your facial expression.