The evening breeze gently ruffled Arthur's fringes that had dropped on his forehead and his eyes were on his phone screen as he was texting someone.
Sophia, sitting elegantly on the chair wearing his favourite blue chiffon dress, watched him enthusiastically. Its not easy for her to get such a chance.
Sitting in the is gazebo with the flowing curtains giving a mesmerising effect, she rolled the bunch of hair she let loose beside her ear with her fingers, biting her lips and with a prideful smile.
Last night, she was really worried after seeing the photographs of him with Talia and she lost her mind for a moment.
That lying Talia.... Her ex-husband? The nerve of her! To think that b*tch who used to act like a prude says such vulgar words out of her mouth so easily...
