It was a glorious morning as Jackie walked out to the welcome rays of sunbeam beating down on the well-drained lawn.
“Good morning, Ma'am," a sweet, gentle voice greeted her.
“Morning… Mm, Nadia, is it?"
“Yes. Ma'am. Sir is waiting for you in the guest house," the housekeeper said, pointing to the circular moon gate on the adjacent wall.
“Thank you."
*Is she the one? Can't be… she doesn't look like the girl I saw last night.*
She headed over to the adjoining plot and saw Bob sitting in the garden. He was looking rather solemn, talking to the vivacious woman standing facing him.
*There she is… Who is she? Damn, she's pretty!*
The woman was probably in her late twenties and had a shapely, well-endowed figure. She looked like she barely slept and had bags under her eyes, but it didn't
