Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Watching him Leave, Debbie was relieved. She visibly relaxed, taking a deep breath and untensing her shoulders.

She whispered to Emmett, “Did I say anything wrong?”

Emmett smiled, “No, Mrs. Hilton, you were great. Relax.” At that point,

Emmett understood why Carlos wasn’t worried to let Debbie come to the party on his behalf.

She might not be adept at flattery or socializing, but she was confident and looked even more amazing after the makeover. She was definitely cut out for the job.

With Carlos’ effort, she had changed into a different person inside a matter of months. Several months ago, she had been a hot-tempered, reckless troublemaker, who got into a fight now and then. For this reason or that, she went to the dean’s office at least twice a month.

Her grades were always the worst in the class.

bad temper, but when she wasn’t mad, she even seemed tender. In her spare time, she practiced dance, yoga, flower arrangement, piano, and art, specializing in pen and ink. Debbie hadn’t picked a fight or gone to the dean’s office for a

not see these changes, for they were gradual, but the ones who hadn’t seen her for

should be: not too gentle, not too tough,

changed a

was a fire that burned you

good mood, he would talk more and even smile

the changes in both of them. The two had affected each other in ways he

waiter came by and said, “Mrs. Hilton, there are some snacks in the refreshments section. I

at Emmett in confusion. He reassured her, “Carlos arranged that. He asked a dessert bar to

crept over Debbie’s

even when he’s

shocked to see some familiar faces. It was Gail,