Ashley
"It seems like you already know," I mumbled.
"Yeah, you're right. Being married to Damien Albrecht, it's totally possible," he said with a smile, which made me chuckle and feel a little embarrassed. How could I have possibly forgotten?
"Hmmm... yeah," I muttered softly, my voice barely audible, as I nervously scratched my neck, feeling embarrassed. But he just laughed it off, brushing it aside. His laugh seemed contagious but so sad I wasn't attracted to him.
"It's great to finally meet you in person, Ashley," he said, and my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the tattoo on his wrist once again. A thought raced through my mind, but before I could utter a word, Damien's booming voice echoed through the hallway. Fuck...!! Now people are starting to pass by in the corrido
