After all these years, just one look at him and I was thrown back to my insecure, hurt, pathetic self. I knew that I may have to meet him sooner or later once we’re back, and I told myself countless times that even if that were to happen, I would never cower again. But it was all for nothing. Because once he looked at me, there was only one thing on my mind. Run. And that’s what I did. I literally ran from the book store, shoved people out of the way just to get as far away from him as possible.
And here I am, a week later, still mulling over how embarrassing that was.
“Hi, Miss Elle. There’s a man downstairs looking for you,” said Maria, the housekeeper.
“Hi, Maria. Who is it?” I asked.
“He said he’s Attorney Arceno and that he works for the Elsher family.”
Atty. Arceno? What’s Mave
