It was one of the best socialites ball of the year. Though, she didn't want to attend, but she couldn't escape it. She sat solemnly in the black Bugatti stealing glances once in a while at the stone cold man beside her.
The thirty minutes drive to their destination seems to take forever, maybe because her dress was a little tight at the waist, or is she putting on weight? whatever the reason maybe anyone could sense she was uncomfortable.
Anne knows herself better than anyone else knows her. She is a beautiful woman who has a distinctive personality; one who can laugh at anything, including herself, and one who is especially kind and caring to others. ... She is a woman who can inexplicably make you feel really good just by being around her, and yet brings such great sadness when she is gone, so she thought she was, until he left her, shattered, broken and depressed.
Then she became the otherwise of what she once thought she was. Finally the long wait is over. The Bugatti pulls to a stop at the entrance of one of the biggest hotels in London.