The pre birthday event for Bruno was held in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
In one of the city's most exclusive venues, La Vista Royale, popular Puerto Rican guests gathered under the glittering chandeliers and vibrant lights for Bruno's pre-birthday celebration.
It was an emergency party, but the turnout was very surprising, like they had been waiting for this for a long time.
The building for the event itself was easily the most beautiful thing in the city, and the luxury was unbelievable.
As the clock struck nine, Bruno arrived at the venue in a convoy of sleek black SUVs that pulled up to the red carpet entrance.
The fans' anticipation grew as murmurs spread through the waiting crowd.
When a security guard opened the door of the lead SUV, Bruno stepped out, and the high-pitched screams from his fan girls began to rise in waves.
Who would think he had such a great fan base in Puerto Rico?
Dressed in a midnight-blue suit with a black silk shirt open at the collar, he exuded effortless elegance.
His dark hair was slicked back, his jawline sharp, and his facial structure and profile, calculated by the many famous bloggers, was said to be almost perfect as a human.
His ocean-blue eyes and long dark lashes gave an intense aura, yet were softened by a soft smile as he glanced over his fans.
Security guards surrounded him immediately, forming a barrier to protect him from the crazy fans who were fighting to touch him.
Some held signs that read, "I love you, Bruno!" And "Marry me!"
Another set waved handmade posters with his picture.
And the other chaotic ones screamed at the top of their lungs, pushing forward, phones in hand, hoping for a selfie with him.
Bruno's security team, hired by Mrs. Lola Cruz, was strict, ensuring his safety, but he gestured for them to let him attend to the fans.
He smiled, moving to the edge of the barricade and reaching out to sign a few autographs, much to the delight of his fan girls, who shrieked in excitement.
"Bruno! You are even more handsome in person!" a voice yelled, but no one could tell who said that; it even made the other fans chuckle.
"Thank you," Bruno replied, although he had no idea who said that.
He gave a few waves and a couple of brief, heartfelt smiles, making eye contact with as many of his admirers as he could before he would have an anxiety attack.
He gave his security a sign, and he was immediately led into the building where the exclusive guests awaited.
The room was as elegant as he had expected, bathed in a golden glow, with cascading floral arrangements hanging from the ceiling and lavish crystal chandeliers lighting up the floor.
Tables were dressed in satin linens, with tall vases of orchids and roses.
There were cutout figures from his iconic red carpet moments and award ceremonies from his childhood to his present age.
He smiled at that as he approached the seat prepared for him.
"This is nice but also too much... how could she go this far for me?"
A popular Puerto Rican DJ suddenly played a trendy reggaeton as he announced the arrival of Bruno.
Bruno was startled by the surprise announcement, but he managed a wave and a smile.
As he walked towards his throne chair which had a huge covered cake on the table Infront of it waiting for the celebrant, a loud applause erupted from the exclusive crowd of models, business elites, and fans.
They cheered him on, with smiles and raised glasses.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Cruz, who had arrived earlier, spotted Bruno at his seat. She smiled and quickly texted her niece.
"Elena, where are you? Bruno is here."
Elena appeared shortly after, her catwalk drawing all the attention in the room.
Bruno wasn't excluded. He could recognize that face from as far as his seat.
No way... she is the winner of the recent Miss World contest.
She looked stunning, dressed in a fitted, emerald-green gown that cascaded down to her ankles, hugging her gorgeous curves perfectly.
Her hair, glossy, shiny, and full, was styled in soft, flowing waves that framed her face, and her makeup was flawless, with a subtle smoky eye and a bold red lip.
A beauty queen indeed.
Her face couldn't hide her excitement as she approached Bruno, her eyes fixed on his, seductive and enchanting.
Mrs. Cruz walked behind her.
Once they were in front of Bruno, Mrs. Lola Cruz smiled and spoke first.
"Bruno, I want you to meet my niece, Elena,the one I told you about" she said warmly. "Elena is your biggest fan. She recently won the Miss World contest."
Bruno extended his hand politely.
"It's a pleasure, Elena," he said softly.
"Oh my gosh I am so happy, I am gonna tear up. I'm your biggest fan... I've been begging my aunt to invite you over here... it's a dream come true," Elena replied with a sweet smile that can make an angry person smile unknown to them.
She took his hand, holding his gaze a little longer than necessary.
Her eyes must be the reason she won that contest, apart from her very nice figure. They're mesmerizing, Bruno thought.
Mrs. Cruz's eyes twinkled with excitement as she glanced between the two, who were now staring at each other.
She cleared her throat.
Bruno blinked, as did Elena, and she blushed shyly.
"I'll leave you two to chat. Enjoy the evening!" Mrs. Cruz said, excusing herself with a smile before walking away, disappearing into the crowd.
There was a moment of silence as Bruno and Elena stood facing each other.
"So, you're one of my biggest fans, huh?" Bruno asked with a playful smile, one eyebrow raised. "I'm flattered. You're Miss World, that's very huge."
Elena chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Well, it's just a competition; it doesn't make me some kind of goddess. I have been a fan before and after Miss World And I have to admit," she added, lowering her gaze before looking back at him with a flushed smile, "you're even more charming in person."
Bruno laughed.
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you," he replied.
They fell silent again, staring at each other.
"Well, Mr. Bruno, what do you think about the party? I planned it, you know," Elena said, turning towards the other guests.
"It's a beautiful event," Bruno replied, glancing around before returning his gaze to her. "Honestly, I didn't expect it to go this far. It's a pre-birthday party. I'm grateful."
Elena chuckled.
"Oh, please don't thank me; this is the least I can do for the man I love."
She smiled at him and winked.
"Love?"
He chuckled quietly.
She stared into his eyes, then down at his lips, and licked her own.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm in love with you, Mr. Bruno."
Bruno swallowed and smiled back.
How bold to make a confession like that. They just met-she's one of a kind among women, he thought.
Suddenly, she interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh, come on, birthday boy. It's my favorite song playing. Let's dance."
"Emmm... Sure," Bruno replied, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest.
He wondered if this would be streaming live, if Beauty was somewhere watching. They were no longer together; why was he feeling like he was cheating on her?
He pushed away the thoughts and offered Elena his arm.
"Shall we?"