In a black dress hugging her body with a pair of a black stilleto and a black purse, she walked into the room with an almost blunt affect. With a pale, peach blush - on and a dark - brown lip tint, her total expression was one of a forlorn figure who came more likely for a funeral, not for an engagement party.
Laden with grief for an unspoken affection that was soon to be buried in the depths of life's forgotten chapters, she felt physically ill. She had thought of this decision a thousand times and finally concluded that this was the right one. If Dr. Jim was coming that night, it meant that he, himself, had thought and decided about this. It meant that he was prepared to forget Jia and was open to the possibility of learning to love and accept her. And she would do just the same...
