DAMIEN
Vanessa is the first person I see when I get to the housewarming party.
Her house doesn't look warm at all. So huge. So empty. Just huge framed photographs on the wall. This is a collection of her best works over the years. For a second, I'm a little jealous. This could've been me if the freaking accident had not happened. This could've been me if I followed her to Italy. A showcase of my best works in my living room for everyone to see. How magical. It almost feels like we are in a museum to worship her masterpieces. And I must say. Vanessa is the god of photography.
"Where's my wife?" I ask Vanessa.
"That's the first question your wife asked." She rolls her eyes. "Why are you late for my party?"
I was in a meeting with my lawyers to make sure Brandon never tastes the joy of f
