Sharing Past

She was called downstairs for dinner sometimes later. A maid showed up to escort her towards the dining hall. As they walked through the hall, the memories of her last visit flooded back. The last time she was here, she had come to ask him to cancel their wedding.

She stepped into the dining hall and her heartbeat faltered at the sight of him seated behind the large table. Just then he glanced up from his phone and their eyes met. Maya felt an electric sensation coursing through her. His piercing gaze brought a wave of heat across her cheeks and she lowered her eyes. She chose a spot two seats away from him and sat down.

Silence hung in the air as the maids served them dinner. While he was busy reading something on his phone, she couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at him from under her dark, long lashes. The maids retreated into the kitchen after serving the food, leaving her alone with him. Maya struggled to suppress her nerves as she found herself alone with him. She waited