Gerald looked at the woman sitting in front of him after such a long time. She had not changed much, her blonde hair still in her favorite upkeep that she used to love as a child, although it now looked very professionally done. He had followed her story. From rags to riches for sure, but he knew she had put up the work. He felt very jealous of that. She was now one of the most influential people in the country, while he seemed to have dug a hole so big for himself, it didn’t seem there was a way out.
As he looked into her eyes, he could not stop a little shiver going through him. They were dark and cold, so different from the child that he remembered. The spark was not there only now it was replaced by a piercing glance.
“Take a picture, Gerald,” Emilia raised her eyebrows at him as
