Dear Wendolyne,

I remember when we first met. It was a little more than eight months ago when I found you wandering the halls of the Luis Pirata Fuente staduim. It was game day in the port city and we would be facing our first opponent that afternoon. You had just arrived from Argentina and were here to visit Gabriel, though you didn't say anything at the time that we first ran into each other. I remember every last detail from that moment, down to the very second. 

I remember what you were wearing, I remember what I was doing when I saw you, I remember everything you said to me. Your Welsh accent when you spoke to me in English was adorable.

You thought, due to my blonde hair and blue eyes, that I didn't speak Spanish. Especially when you saw the surname Furch on my red and blue Tiburones Rojos windbreaker.

My career wasn't very well known in Argentina and clearly you had never heard of me before. You were guarded and shy at first, but you warmed up to me when you realized I was an Argentine-a half Argentine-just like you.

I walked you out to the field where the other guys were and that was when you ran to his side.

The surprise on my face must have been evident.

It shouldn't have surprised me though, that a beautiful girl like you already had a boyfriend. You were the girl from Buenos Aires that Gabriel was crazy about. He had told us all about you. How your father was Welsh and you had lived half of your life in the United Kingdom until you were twelve. We had all heard so much about you that Gabriel was beginning to get annoying.

That was the first day, Wendolyne.

The first day I fell in love with you.

Sincerely, Julio.

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as you may have noticed, i love diverse people. which is why i love jurgen damm (german-mexican), julio furch (german-argentine), jose van rankin (dutch-mexican), giovani dos santos (mexican-brazilian), etc. 

so i made my main character welsh-argentine.

i hope you're liking the story. i really liked writing it because of the plot and because of the characters. thank you for supporting me and my stories, it really means a lot.

blessings, clary xx