21

Ryan's Mercedes Benz slows down and he enters a code at the gate. I recall what transpired after Nimo realised I remembered her. The raw shock and shame on her face. And the innocent look of smitten Oliver. He had no idea. Poor guy! As I left I told her to end it with Oliver or I will.

"Here we are," Ryan says joyously.

His house bleeds opulence. It is humongous like the term itself. A castle to call it. Well trimmed garden. A grand driveway and a statue of Mary, mother of Jesus. A religious family, I may say.

He takes my hand in his. A familiar wave of electricity travels down to my spine. I tug my Prada bag closer to me. I look down at my simple white dress that goes beyond my knees and my brown doll shoes. It looks the part.

He pulls me with him towards the porch. A man meets us by the door. "Welcome master Ryan." He says taking my coat and bag.

Ryan flashes him a significant smile, "Thank you, Will."

His mother appears wearing a bright smile. "Welcome, dear." She gives me a m