Carolina felt his eyes before she saw him. She turned, her red hair catching the light like a flare in the dark. She walked toward him, not with a strut, but with the calculated grace of a cat that already knows it’s won.
Maldy smirked, adjusting his glasses. "I was looking for a legend. Seems I found both." KAROL G, Maldy - GATГљBELA (Letra/Lyrics)
"She doesn’t drink champagne," Maldy muttered as the waiter approached. "Bring her something that bites back." Carolina felt his eyes before she saw him