Chapter Forty Seven

After a couple of minutes of searching, Carlos finally found Rita having conversations with some familiar faces.

“Oh Hi, Where’s Beatrice?” She asked as he pulled her away from where she was, the smile slowly leaving her face.

“She left.”

“She left? Did she feel sick again? I told her to come to me if she feels sick.”

“She was sick?” Carlos asked.

“Yes, she was not feeling good this morning but she came because I really wanted to be here.”

“I should get going.”

“I’m confused because we were really having a good time. Or do you need me to come with you?”

“There’s no need. We will probably head to the Doctors. Besides, this is your party and you need to be here.”

“If you insist. But please let me have your phone.”

Rita brought out her phone from her purse and handed it to him.

He punched his number in and saved it.

“Feel free to give me a call. I can always come to check up on her once the party is over.” He said, returning her phone.

Rita smiled. “You are sweet. Thank you.”

“I will tak