Juliette
Roman smiles at me.
The small smile fades and a long silent stare follows. He stares at me like I'm not real. Like none of this is real. Like he's stuck in some dream that he doesn't want to wake up from.
His eyes are heavy and puffy. He looks like he hasn't been sleeping. Or eating. Or showering. He looks nothing like the Roman I know. And even despite that, he's still the most handsome man I know. God, I missed looking at that stunning face. And that scrumptious mouth.
"What the hell is going on?"
The young man sitting next to him asks, staring at me in surprise then shifting his eyes to Roman. From the dashing suit and the shocking resemblance, this must be Richard. The book-smart brother. The Havard Law brother. The one he showers with praises. The one he runs to for advi
