Jennifer snapped out of her painful memories, trembling. Those dark days were ones she never wanted to remember.
"Rose, I'm ready, coming down now," she said, slipping on a pair of pale blue heels and hurrying downstairs.
She ran through the garden, down the corridor, and to the front door. Upon seeing Quentin Tyler, she quickly said, "Quentin, sorry to keep you waiting."
Quentin stood by a champagne-colored luxury car, his gaze frozen when he saw her in a light blue, jewel-studded gown, her long hair flowing. Her beauty was breathtaking.
Jennifer, slightly out of breath, noticed Quentin staring at her as if in a trance. Thinking he was playing dumb, she lightly cleared her throat, "What's wrong? Did I match something wrong? Can we go?"
"No, you're perfect. Let's go," Quentin said, aw
