Amaris’ POV
On our second day in the shelter, I’m having breakfast with Dani and Miss Lucy when I accidentally spilled my juice on the table. I was about to clean the mess I made when Miss Lucy stopped me.
“It’s okay, Miss Aria,” she smiled and looked at someone. “A cleaner, please!”
I bit my bottom lip and pulled my chair a little as I lifted my face and looked at the cleaner apologetically. But as soon as I met the cleaner’s eyes, my heart skipped a beat and my eyes widened in shock.
Wearing a shabby shirt, faded jeans and a worn out cap, standing beside me is a tall man carrying a cleaning tool. He has a mustache, his hair is long and tied on his nape and he looked so freaking familiar.
He proceeded on cleaning the table on my part and my lips parted after I smelled his familiar na
