Lucille
With my hands gripping the railing, I waited as Roman came closer. I scanned from his hair to his shoes, looking for anything that would alert anyone to his deception. The resemblance was uncanny. As he neared, I longed to ask his real name. However, common sense told me that if I thought of him as Roman and spoke to him as Roman, no one would be the wiser.
“Do you come out here often?" he asked, stepping into the gazebo.
“I used to. Before we were married." I turned and smiled. “You know what I mean."
“I wasn't looking for you."
My smile dimmed. “You weren't?"
He shook his head. “Not because I don't want to see you. I wasn't looking for you because I want to see you more than I should. Monovia is the best place for you while I perfect this role." He looked out into the ga
