"Isn't that a good thing?" Joanna Lawrence asked, puzzled by Aria Rowlett's furrowed brow. "Why are you upset then?"
"It is good, really really good." Aria recalled the events of that day, and it still felt like a dream.
Even now, it all seemed so unreal to her.
After all, to her, Brandon Heath was a man who was out of reach.
But now this unreachable man had become a reality.
She could see him and touch him.
Joanna didn't understand: "Do you like him then?"
"Do I like him?" Aria pondered for a moment before nodding. "I think I do like him."
What woman wouldn't fall for such a perfect man?
For someone like Aria, who was easily swayed by good looks, just his face was enough to make her swoon.
"And what about him? Does he like you?"
"Him?" Aria thought about her interactions with Brandon and frowned. "I don't know. He probably… doesn't like me very much."
That night was just an accident.
If it weren't for that accident, she probably wouldn't have crossed paths with Brandon.
