When my fingers leaped over the keys, my pathetic voice echoed in my head, “I love him, because he is the man who I can love.”
After two years, I came back. It was impossible to deny that I didn’t want to see him.
But I didn’t tend to reverse anything, nor say “I love you!” to him. If it was possible, I only wanted to glance at him and see the color of his shirt. If it was creamy white, I would smile at him calmly.
Then I could erase the regretful memories and begin a new page in my life.
Shawn pulled over outside the Gardens Hotel, then got out quickly, opening the door gently for me. When I got out, a beam of harsh, white light dazzled my eyes. When I adjusted to the dazzling light, some people, blocked by the police, were taking photos in front of me.
It struck me why Shawn specially appointed the French designer to make my evening gown and let the first-class stylist help me dress the whole afternoon.