Nichita Mitrea

The End of a Curse

Cruising down the street I have attracted the attention of the onlookers, one by one they would swing their heads around to catch a glimpse of my form as I hasten past them, bouquet in hand, to an appointed restaurant. The burgundy Valentino Couture jacket contrasting with my white roses presented the image of an illustrious man, the dream of numerous women. But alas, for tonight at least, my eyes were available only for the woman waiting in the fine dining establishment.