"What's your name?"
Kiran leaned back in his swivel chair, appearing relaxed but with tension showing in every line.
In a soft and meek voice, Vanessa answered, "Joanna."
She fervently hoped that he wouldn't ask her family name. There was no way she was going to be able to answer.
Kiran knitted his eyebrows. "Joanna?"
He stared at the girl standing in front of him with her head bowed. Her black hair fell on both sides of her face, hiding her eyes. He wanted her to lift her head, but he was afraid of his own expectations. This was absurd. Just because he thought this maid's eyes were kind of similar to hers he's already being unreasonable...
Kiran bitterly smiled at his self.
She was already gone.
Searching for her shadow everywhere, seeking her in his dreams, haunting the same pla
