*Annabella’s POV*
“Hello beautiful,” the creepy old man greeted me as he drove his truck at a crawling speed to match my pace. I decided to walk to my parents’ spa, in my jimmy choo’s, instead of driving as I had tons of calories to burn off after the choc chip ice-cream I had indulged in while in bed last night. If I didn’t need outside help in order to get what I wanted, I wouldn’t be caught dead talking to this disgusting man. He had the most horrid red hair that curled in such a way he’d never be able to style it into anything even remotely fashionable. The beer bottles clinked on the floor of the passenger’s side when he slowed and his shirt was a disgusting stained yellow and grey mess. I would presume the short sleeved button down to have been white at some stage in its existenc
