POV FREDERICK WUNDT'S
The city's vibrant skyline stretched out before me as I stepped onto the busy sidewalk, my steps purposeful and determined that fateful morning on my way to work.
Suddenly, I turned my gaze to the other side of the road and behold, there she was, her dark, cascading locks framed her porcelain face, an air of elegance and confidence emanating from her very being.
The stranger whom I longed for.
After some series of research, I found out that the stranger who felt familiar was Diana who is an heiress, accustomed to commanding attention and wielding power with grace.
Across her, I continued to walk with the measured stride of a man who knew his place in the world of commerce.
That morning, I was dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, exuding an aura of sophistic
