Just then a waitress came to our table to take orders, she seemed to be about my age, her brown hair was so shiny and long that it reached her waist and I remember the time William told me I had an ugly shade of brown hair making me feel insecure.
As soon as the waitress came, he ordered the Pasta and meatballs along with drinks and the waitress left.
I remember all the times he was unreasonably rude to me, and I don't know what I did to deserve it.
If I plan to spend time with him then I at least got to know what is wrong, is it me or him.
"Lillian," he called out, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"you seem a bit upset." I look at his face and it seems like he actually cares.
"It's just that, I can't believe it was the same you who was rude to me in the beginning, and now you are b
