My unannounced arrival made the two people in the room visibly uncomfortable.
Maeve Jones was the first to recover, her fair and beautiful face breaking into a gentle, flawless smile.
When she smiled, two faint dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.
She was the very image of a "first love", the kind that lingered only in treasured memories.
It was identical to the smile in that yellowed, creased photo Andrew secretly kept in his wallet.
She was the one who grew up with him. The figure he could never erase from his heart.
Once, I'd secretly vowed to eventually replace that image with my own. How laughable that seemed now.
Some people just win by standing there.
"Andrew, is this your nanny?" Maeve blinked at him, her tone soft and without malice.
Andrew's smile had vanished.
