What the hell is she doing here?
She is just as gorgeous as I remember her, with her hair in bouncy curls and dressed in a red floral summer dress that matches her complexion perfectly, making her look like an angel. Her eyes land on me and she smiles. I don’t know why I sigh at that smile, but I do.
I think, in a scared part of my mind, I fear she might know about her husband’s proposal to make me his mistress and all the encounters I’ve had with him. When I was lost outside her place that day, she thought I was just some lost stranger. But right now, I don’t know who she thinks I am or what her husband might have told her about me. My heart is beating so fast, and I can feel the heat rising.
“Renée, it’s so nice to see you,” she says as she walks over and stretches out her hand for a
