On Monday morning, the construction of the Francis Memorial Bridge officially commenced.
Dorothy, dressed in her work clothes, was bustling around amidst a group of men, completely immersed in the activity.
In the afternoon, Jeffrey arrived, his presence a rare sight for the workers.
Dressed in a spotless suit, he couldn't help but grimace at the dirty and chaotic ground beneath him.
In the crowd, his gaze zeroed in on Dorothy, who was standing next to Andrew.
Pushing past the sycophantic crowd, Jeffrey walked up behind Dorothy and whispered into her ear, "Hey, gorgeous, we meet again."
Dorothy didn't bother acknowledging him.
Jeffrey circled around to face her. "Ignoring someone when they talk to you isn't exactly polite, is it?"
Andrew glanced back at them. "Mr. Valentine, if you
