Max's pov:
Fiona... The first time I bumped into her, she reminded me of my first love, Fiona, my wife.
Not by face but by her looks she looks exactly like my wife, No matter how hard I try, I still can't express the feeling I felt the first time I saw the new Fiona
New Fiona is moving dynamite that no one can predict when she explodes.
Her mood,
Her attitude,
The never-ending arrogance on her face,
Her madness filled eyes,
Her daring nature,
Her 'never give up thinking,'
Her dedication,
Her passion,
She ain't my Fiona, she can never be my Fiona, because my Fiona was like the delicate wires of a dynamite bomb
"Handle with care"
I don't want to think about New Fiona, I want to stay away from her, but whenever I go away from her, I feel like I am getting away from my
