Someone you can imagine yourself growing old with and
living life with. Not just the sappy, regular romantic stuff, but
all the things that truly matter.”
“That sounds good.” If Adley and her agency could
find someone like that for me, I’d be amazed. I’ve tried. Hard.
It never worked out.
I debate getting into the whole deal about my family
and the fact that they have money, but I figure that can wait. I
don’t want to force myself into the conversation and ruin
everything she’s carefully planned. I really do want to hear
what she has to say.
Or maybe it’s more that I’m oddly content just to sit
here and watch her watch her daughter playing on the
playground, a soft look of love on her face, further
transforming her into something so beautiful that she’s like a
painting on a gallery wall.
What can I say? I’m artsy. In college, I dabbled with
photography. I really enjoyed it. I love watching people. I love
looking at people. Young, old, male, female. Everyone is
beautiful in some unique way.
That’s why I like watching Adley right now.
Because I’m artsy and she’s got a lot of personality to
go with all that beauty. If I was a real artist, I might even go a
step further and commit it to memory, but I know that no
sketch, no painting, and probably not even a photo, could
really do her justice.
Chapter 3
Adley
Stephanie is looking at me kind of funny. She might be
annoyed with me and trying to hide it. Maybe she’s just