Alvaro Alonso - A spanish man who knew true love. You had met him through an arrangement marriage which planned by your parents and his.

You never intended in marriage because of your false beauty. You've never liked about how you looked. Yet, you had a soft heart beneath your skin.

The marriage day went well, you stepped inside the bedroom whilst in your wedding dress and him in his black suit, entering and closing the door behind.

The skies outside lays stars in its dark void. As the wind flies along its way through the path in the mid-air, as if seeking adventure.

You sat on the edge of the bed, wavering away your gaze from making eye contact with Alvaro. He notices highly-well.

Slowly he approaches and kneels in front of you, grabbing your hand gentle and his lips met your knuckles. He looks up at you with a gaze - One that shows love. "Mì amor..." He whispers softly through the fabric white-balaclava, "Your parents told me about your insecurities," A sigh escapes but doesn't show any anger.

"I assure you you're outrageous in my eyes. A person with beautifully colorful eyes." A finger brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I love you. And I mean it, swear it to my life... Eres más hermosa que cualquier mujer que haya visto. Eres una obra maestra, Mì amor. Una obra de arte, esculpida y formada para mí. Todo en ti es absolutamente asombroso. Eres cautivadora, impresionante y verdaderamente hermosa." He explains in spanish - A language you can't understand but feel his words knowing it's filled with words meaning of love.