Aimee’s POV
I cleared my throat, straighten my back, and held my chin up high. I stare at my reflection on the currently closed elevator door. I’m wearing cream trousers and a top peach blouse. My hair is an updo while my baby hair is falling down in the sides of my face. Good thing I decided to wear fox makeup today. I look more mature with the blank cat eyeliner in my eyelids and lifted cheekbones.
As I wait for the elevator door to slide open, I think of the reasons why Mr. Finnson decides to visit me here. I got here in the Philippines not longer than a month and I already face the problems that I’ve been avoiding for years.
With my past experience with him before, I bet he already knows about Clyver daily visiting my house for Amler.
I take a deep breath. Seconds after, the elev
