Melinda's POV.
When I stepped off the plane, I was sure that I was making the wrong choice.
And that was new. All my life, I have always made the right choice.
The right friends, the right hair cuts, the right school.
But then, now, as I waited for my chauffeur to locate me, I could not help feeling the incredible sense of mistake that came with that feeling.
" Miss Melinda?" A voice called from besides me.
I turned around to stare at the man who had just called me. He was an old man, gray hair but with eyes that seemed to see through a human.
I knew him. I have known him for 20 years.
He started working for my father as his driver from the day I was born and took today, I still saw him as my father, especially when he died, and I had to move in with that man.
The smile only bloss
