Strawberry Kisses Phavy Prieto (bookstand for reading TXT) 📖

my side and spend time with you. I was hoping that you would be with me even after these two weeks, and that you would like to share your life with me."

After those words I could no longer bear the accumulated tension and I burst into tears. I didn't know if it was out of happiness, tension or a myriad of sensations that had completely overwhelmed me. Did he really love me?

"So this game to pretend that we were a couple was a trick to make me stay?" I asked. I finally wanted to know the whole truth.

"I wanted to show you that it could work, I wanted to make you live intensely and discover that there was something more interesting than having everything planned perfectly and I wanted to get your attention that way. I guess I was wrong in drawing certain conclusions, and that maybe it wasn't a good idea. When you told me you wanted to stay, that you didn't want it to end, I thought there was a chance. At that moment I was the happiest man on the planet."

"I didn't want it to end, let alone now," I revealed letting him approach me to hug me. I finally felt his body, and seeing his smile made my heart beat faster.

"Really, Maria? Do you really believe me? Is there still a chance for the two of us?"

I believed him. And I didn't know if it was more out of necessity or the force of his words that had burned into my mind.

"I believe you. And I want to be with you," I whispered aware of what my words meant.

"You still owe me a wish, remember?" he said coming up and brushing my nose with his.

"I remember it, Mr. Devoir," I smiled craving to kiss him.

"Here is my wish, Miss Acosta: will you grant me the honor of sharing the rest of your life with me?"

"You said I couldn't refuse you a wish," I replied remembering the exact moment of that promise.

"I would really like you not to refuse it: we already have the date, the church, the idyllic place, and the invitations. The only missing thing is for my most precious treasure to accept it."

"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't refuse," I admitted. "My heart belonged to you from the start, Mr. Devoir, and I highly doubt I can be happy anywhere on earth without you."

At that moment he lifted me up and began to twirl, holding me in his arms.

"I love you," he said looking me in the eye as soon as he stopped twirling. "And I want you to know that all the things I've done and said have always been sincere. I've never acted with you, Maria: you are my half."

"I love you," I replied standing on my tiptoes to give him a tender kiss. "And I'm glad to know you've always been yourself because I haven't acted either, and I've always said what I felt."

"I will always be grateful to that planner that has allowed me to keep you in my life," he confessed. I smiled with happiness and with relief, knowing that Damian Devoir loved me. He loved me!

Damian kissed my lips, passionately, in a frenzy that consumed us both. My biggest wish was to spend the rest of my life next to that man. After wanting it with so much fervor, I couldn't believe it was happening.

As we walked towards my parents' house, Damian took me by the hand, and I realized that my world had changed because my heart was now free from any doubt. I no longer had to hide my feelings, and I could express them knowing that they were reciprocated and knowing that from that moment on I would never be the same person: the cold and methodical Maria, who analyzed everything, had vanished.

I understood that the happiness I achieved was more precious than the time I could have wasted trying to find it and that the unexpected could be extremely exciting. And if someone does not believe it, well, ask me: I am lucky enough to be loved by my Adonis whom I wanted from the first moment, thanks to a planner that, in front of an elevator, had decided that I had to turn the page.

Chapter XXIV

The small room adjacent to the church where the ceremony was about to take place was heavily crowded, and the heat inside was infernal.

"Has he arrived?" I asked aloud, by now snappy, while vigorously waving the fan to beat the heat.

"Don't worry, Maria. Getting nervous doesn’t help. Besides, you're not ready yet," my mother said in an attempt to calm me down. In the meantime, she fanned me with another fan while the make-up artist was applying the final touches.

Nerea, Ingrid, the girlfriends and wives of Damian's friends were my bridesmaids. In the end, I got along with my secretary so well that we became friends and I invited her to my wedding. We also became close friends with Esther, Lorena and Laura.

My God, it was my wedding! I was really going to marry my Adonis! I still couldn't believe it was going to happen. I pinched myself from time to time to convince myself it wasn't a dream. I remembered our last conversation two nights ago.

"Two more days and you'll be Mrs. Devoir," Damian whispered.

I put my head on his chest and felt his heart beat. His fingers caressed mine as we sat on the sofa.

"Do you have any doubts? You are still on time to run away before marrying the madwoman of the endless lists," I laughed at myself. I stopped making those lists some time ago: now I preferred to live every moment without worrying about how long it lasted.

"I've never been so sure in my life. I also know that you will