As Claireese strolled along the peacful cobblestoned street of Calle Mayor in Cartagena. Thoughts of old romantic films glimmered across Claireeses’ mind. Aromas of fresh pastries married with coffee began to lead her into the entrance of the jazziest little pâtisserie.
Shortly after she had ordered, a tall, masculine, rustic man walked towards her. “Hello Beautiful”, Henry greeted. Henry asked to join her for a drink, in which Claireese happily obliged. Hours had passed and their conversation had not missed a beat. Enamored By his charm, fluency, and green eyes, they conversated under the moonlight until sunrise. Prince Charming, finally!
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