Like a perfect gentleman, Lorenzo pulled the chair out for Elena to sit, before he took his seat behind his desk. Elena glanced around the office, nothing has changed much over the years except now there was a portrait of his current wife hanging on the wall behind his desk. She glanced at the painting of the elegant woman dressed in a long black dress sitting down on a red couch with her long legs crossed. She looked like a porcelain doll and her perfection aroused envy inside her. Elena glanced away from the picture as she smiled shyly at Lorenzo who was observing her.
“ Your wife is beautiful”, she said not to show that she was actually staring at the painting with envy. She should have been the one in that painting but the man sitting across from her never noticed her. Elena got t
