CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

It was a great struggle for Grace to mask her excitement at seeing Enrique when she opened the door for him that Sunday.

She had woken up at 4am to get herself ready for his visit at 7am. She had done her utter best to look flawless and nothing like a woman who had spent the past few weeks consumed in depression.

Enrique had sent a simple text stating what time he was going to pick her up so that they could head to church together and then his family house later for brunch.

Since their argument the other night after her episode of clubbing gone wrong, Enrique hadn't reached out to her.

That morning was her first time seeing him and she tried her best to sound casual when she said, "you look well."

Enrique scoffed, pushing back a stray lock from off of his face. His was breathtakingly handsome as usual. A true sight for sore eyes in his charcoal black suit which hugged his muscular physique.

"You look good too. Are you ready let's go," Enrique said after taking his eyes off of her beau