Albert's POV
I look at my face in the mirror and comb my hair back, causing a mischievous strand to cover my face. I don't bother moving it aside again; it always goes back there, and I've resigned myself to it. I put on the perfume that Carter gave me and grabbed my Rolex, ready to go out.
I won't deny the nerves I have, even though I'm not sure if I'll see her. I tremble with every damn step I take, as if my whole past is returning to me, as if all those moments we lived together are filling my mind, reminding me that I am doomed to love her, or so I believe.
When I reached the ground floor, the chauffeur and bodyguard had now opened the back door for me to get in. I won't say that luxuries have never surrounded me, nor that I was a beggar with nowhere to go. Still, damn, ever since I
