ALLISON.
Wesley made true to his words. The next day, his cousin, Venice, came over to Colorado. It was around noon when she arrived and she didn’t even look tired from her long flight. As soon as she arrived, she promptly requested to see me so she could assess my condition.
She was a practicing physical therapist, alright—and a professional one at that. Wesley mentioned that Venice was one of the official doctors in the Lockheart pack. I guess being doctors ran in their blood.
“My, my… look at you! Aren’t you a gorgeous one,” she commented the moment she saw me.
“I can say the same thing to you,” I replied, smiling.
The woman was probably in her early thirties. She had a beautiful blonde hair similar to Wesley’s, only hers was a bit darker. She gave me a charming smile.
“Now, I und
