The eyes of the man in the ballroom of the five-star hotel didn't blink as the Indonesian businessman introduced a young woman as the president's director of where she would lead the branch in Birmingham.
They seemed to see the figure of Della Hernandez in the woman's face. Although they weren't sure if it was the person in question, it was clear that the two had similarities.
"Those eyes—"
"Am I not dreaming? He—"
"No! That's not Della Hernandez. She already —"
The three of them could only stare at the woman from a distance. Lost in each other's thoughts. His presence opened up the old memories of the three boys who didn't move their eyes one bit. They didn't care about the strange stares of the people who were looking at the three of them. All he could think of was to focus on looking at the woman who had stolen their attention.
"Devan, please pinch my hand. She's not real, is she?"
