Chapter 19Ryan's Mercedes Benz slows down and he enters a code at the gate. I recall what transpired after Nimo realized I remembered her. The raw shock and shame on her face. And the innocent look of smitten Oliver. He had no idea. Poor guy! As I left I told her to end it with Oliver or I will.
"Here we are." Ryan says joyous.
His house bleed opulence. It is humongous like the term itself. A castle to call it. Well-trimmed garden. A grand driveway and a statue of Mary, mother of Jesus. A religious family, I may say.
He takes my hand in his. A familiar wave of electricity travels down to my spine. I tug my Prada bag closer to me. I look down at my simple white dress that goes beyond my knees, and my brown doll shoes. It looks the part.
He pulls me with him towards the porch. A man meet
