Love In Revenge
I said aloud.
“Well, I thought so too,” Vivian added, sounding just as confused.
Then I saw him.
A familiar figure stepped out of a black G-Wagon, moving with calm confidence. He wore black trousers and a brown shirt that fit snugly across his broad chest. His black, curly hair was perfectly styled, framing his face effortlessly.
“He’s so hot,” Vivian whispered.
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “I can’t believe I agree with you.”
He walked closer, hand in hand with an older man—someone who looked like he’d aged gracefully.