♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️>>>> HIDALGO POVs
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️>>> GABRIELLE POV's
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️THE REAGAN RESIDENTIAL >>> THIRD POV
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ HENRIETTA COTTAGE >>> THIRD PERSON POV's
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️>>> GABRIELLE POV's “I heard she's a husband snatcher!” “Yes, and I heard she crashed into the wedding and ruined everything!" “She's exceptionally lovely in the face but her heart is black and vicious!" The nasty comments were coming from each intersection of the restaurant, and I shifted uneasily in my seat. I peeked up at Hidalgo's countenance and I saw him scowling at the people. Unexpectedly, he sprang to his feet and attempted to walk away. "Hey, where are you going?" I asked him, my blue eyes blinking rapidly at him. "Can't you hear what they are
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️>>> HIDALGO POV's
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ >>> LUCY POV —It was 6:29 PM. Meanwhile, in a well-known bar in the city... Some people are inside the bar and hip-hop music was screeching in the atmosphere. I was sitting on a chair and Poppy was seating opposite me and we were both having a few discussions with each other, while at the same time having two bottles of vodka drinks together. "It's been days now, Lucy. You still haven't gone to check on Hidalgo!" Poppy was saying, and she snatch the vodka from the table in between us. I sighed deeply before answering her "My father warned me never to go see him!" "Huh? Why if I may ask?" Poppy said, and she placed back the vodka on the table. "I don't know!" I shrugged sadly. "And it's strange to me why he's acting all weird. As far as I know, my father wanted me and Hidalgo to be together!" "Then why is he stopping you from seeing him?" Poppy asked again. "I don't
♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ THE REAGAN RESIDENT >>> THIRD PERSON POV —she had aroused early today because she was gonna visit her mother. In front of the dressing mirror, there stood an elegant woman in her silver gown whose rims ceased on her thighs, her long red hair was stylish and her face was shimmering in attractiveness. Gabrielle snatched her purse from the table and took one last satisfying glance at the mirror. Then, she sauntered out of her room and took the long stairs. When she got to the living room, Gabrielle met Lady Bellamy and there was a tray of coffee in her hands. "Good morning, Gabrielle!" Lady Bellamy greeted the young lady. "Good morning, lady Bellamy. Are you taking that coffee to my husband?" Gabrielle asked. "Yes!" Lad