She could never forget him.
The way he walked, the way the sun hit his beautiful emerald eyes, making them seem like they were glowing, sparkling, or the way he smiled, his (obviously) fake bright white teeth being shown to the world as his lips curved into the radiating smile that never seemed to leave.
To her, (and let's face it, anyone who had eyes) he was perfect.
She thought that he was the one.
No, she knew he was the one.
All she had to do was get him trapped under her spell, and everything would work out perfectly.
And how she was going to do that, she had absolutely no clue.
