Staring at the old photograph, Katherine and Damien both had a bewildered expression.
Deborah looked like she was in her early twenties and the man, Frederick Park, was probably a few years older than her. He looked young in the picture—William was a spitting image of his father. The picture was taken on the sidewalk—it was colored but not as vivid as the ones in the current times, however, one could clearly see their faces and expression. Deborah and Frederick stood close to each other while holding hands as they smiled for the camera.
"Damien… Did you not know about this?" Katherine wondered.
Shaking his head, Damien couldn't take his eyes off the photo. "No. I didn't know they knew each other from way back."
"It's not only me, right? They sure looked like a couple here…"
"Yeah…" He was lost in his thoughts that he didn't know what else to say.
"Has your uncle always invited my aunt on every social occasion?"
