Blurry illusions, even upon waking, she couldn't distinguish the dream from reality. All she remembered was her distinctive faint fragrance, as if a budding rose, a scent that invaded one's senses.
The assistant entered the room.
George River looked up, "Did you keep an eye on her, any news?"
The assistant nodded, seeming somewhat uneasy, but said, "The internet is exploding with rumors about Miss Winter and actor Jackie Qualls."
George's hand, which held a pen, faltered, his face immediately darkened.
He couldn't forget her.
This was something he should have admitted a long time ago.
When did this begin?
Maybe it was that time when he returned to the villa alone, looking at the empty room, reaching out to receive the warm tea that wasn't there. His heart felt bare as if someone had cut a piece away.
He thought with time, his wounds would heal naturally. After all, he already had someone he loved, whom he had waited for, for five years.
