Mila took out her phone as she quickly made a video of them from the spot she was standing. She tucked the loosed strands of her hair and adjusted her dress when she got closer to them. She forced a smile as she got to their table, she ignored the lady seated next to him and turned to face Clinton.On seeing her Clinton stopped eating and took his hand off Lisa’s hands as he immediately recognized her and he actually do know the kind of person she is. He cleared his throat and wiped the corners of his mouth with the servette on the table fixing his gaze on his wine glass trying to avoid making eye contacts with her.
“Are you not Clinton, or are my eyes deceiving me?” Mila lowered her head trying to take a closer look at Clinton. Lisa felt so embarrassed as she dropped her glass of her dri
