Burning Passion: Love Never Die

He turned around and stretched out his right hand, saying, “Be careful.”

In a long, light tan overcoat, also wearing sunglasses, Debbie took his hand and smiled, “You’re being overcautious. I’m wearing sneakers, so I won’t fall.”

Carlos returned her a tender smile. Straight out of the car, they sauntered into the waiting room arm in arm.

As they waited, Debbie was on the lookout, keenly observing every woman of about fifty and above. Fidgeting, she wondered if Carlos’ mother looked her age, or if she was one of those few who retained youthful looks even in old age. Luckily, before Long, a middle-aged woman in a limited edition Giorgio Armani white mink walked out of the VIP passage, accompanied by two bodyguards.

“There’s Mom,” said Carlos. Debbie had butterflies in her stomach.

As Carlos walked over for a hug, Debbie watched from aside. The woman too was wearing trendy sunglasses and carried herself with grace that spoke for her blue blood.

‘Is that his mom? She looks amazing.‘ From the way she talked to

gentle, caring mom that many could only

again before Carlos turned around

Tabitha had noticed the girl behind him, so she took off her sunglasses and

her beside him and proudly announced, “Mom, this is Debbie Nelson.

“married” froze the smile on Tabitha’s face. ‘Married? This is huge. How

facial expression, Debbie greeted,

seen the world. She put on

beautiful. My son

her nervousness obviously

into his arms and suggested, “Mom, this is not a place to talk. Let’s get in the

only a few minutes, by now, a lot of people

passenger door and intended to get in so that