Chapter 31: _ His First Kiss
Rosa.
I’d been trying to avoid that name. I saw her back at the Luna Hunt Gala. She was cute, alright. But also all grown up.
Okay, maybe I am a little guilt-ridden—not for thinking of her, but for the wave of memories she carried with her.
Rosa De La Vega: María José’s older sister, my childhood best friend, and the person I’d spent years avoiding like the plague.
Not because she was unpleasant, but because she was... Rosa. She was strong, stubborn, and so damn perceptive it was terrifying.
That name had always been a quiet ghost in my mind, haunting the corners of my thoughts when I least expected it. She wasn’t just María José’s older —she was the girl who kissed me the day I left for boarding school, a memory I’d tried to bury for years but could never run faster than.
It was my first kiss.
-; ━━━☞
It was one of those impossibly warm summer afternoons, the kind where the sun hung low and lazy. Rosa had been acting strange all day—quiet, fidgety, and her usual sharpness numbed into something... softer.
I’d shrugged it off, too preoccupied with my looming departure to notice anything unusual. Boarding school was supposed to be a fresh start—an escape from having to see my father’s face every day, Álvaro’s shadow, and my family’s suffocating expectations.
Truth be told, my father wanted to avoid me just as much as I did him. The feeling was mutual. He’d known what I witnessed.