Victoria
Victoria drove home alone after a nice dinner at the de la Vega's. Diego had offered to accompany her, but she declined. In the dark sky, a streak of light appeared—a falling star. Diego called it a piece of rock, but her mother said it was heaven granting you a wish. Victoria closed her eyes and wished from the depths of her heart, *I love Zorro. Please, let us find a way to be together soon. I am so tired of waiting. A bitter smile crossed her lips. It probably was a mere fantasy, but how she wished it weren't.
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