Present Time
She didn’t invite Nick over at the family dinner. She decided that the dinner should be private because it was only between the Evers’s and the Forrester’s. It was a cool Sunday evening. Autumn was almost coming. Some of the leaves of the trees were turning orange, while some of them fell slowly on the ground. Samantha wore a black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of brown cowgirl boots that reached just below her knees. A shawl covered her neck and a pair of shades were perched at the bridge of her nose, even if it was already dark.
Nick and Sam’s dinner was quite peaceful for her. She did not shout at him for leaving her and in all honesty, she was tired of being angry. The important thing was they were physically with each other’s presence. The paparazzi convenient
