When I heard the name I was trying to avoid hearing, it was as if cold water poured down on me.
I already knew who the woman was, but I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t her... or that it wasn’t Randall she was with earlier.
How would I battle for the woman he first fell in love with and met?
“A-Ah,” was all I could say. It was as if something had become lodged in my throat and had dried up.
The woman’s eyes were innocent as she looked at me. She smiled at me as if nothing had happened. I wanted to look at myself in the mirror because of the way she looked at me. Although I was stunning, I couldn't help but compare her black eyes to my emerald eyes. Her proper chest size on my somewhat shaped chest. Ignoring the fact that Randall always told me I was beautiful, I was curious
