When The Past Sneaks In...

Elena’s POV

Elena was returning from a stroll in the market. Her red hair was flowing slowly in the air, and her head scarf was blowing. She had her shades on and was walking with slow steps without looking at anyone.

She heard a commotion and was stumbled by a running girl. She got off the road, and looked at her surroundings, which was going wild. God knows what was going on. She went into a shabby looking coffee shop and ordered a coffee.

She heard two women talking.

“He is damn handsome, and I can’t believe he is shooting in our town.”

“Exactly. Heard that he is accompanied by his wife.”

“Didn’t know he had a wife.”

“He married recently.”

“It’s been two days he is here and I still haven’t seen him.”

Elena was intrigued by the two women’s gossip. She had no idea who they were talking about.

The time after leaving Aslan had been dramatic. At first, she was scared, but then she knew she will have to move on. Returning to her blog was not a good idea. She had seen her picture across T