Eight Years Ago (3)

"Kids, come join us at the dining table."

Throughout the meal, Anne was on pins and needles. She could feel Nicholas' eyes boring into her. She was stealing glances at him throughout the time she was there. How could she not? He was the most beautiful man she had ever met. He emitted dangerous sensations but she ignored them and focused merely on his masculine magnificence.

When the dinner was over, Anne returned home with her father. She wanted to bid bye to Nicholas who she had come to like a lot in a single meeting. Unfortunately, he left after the meal and she didn't see or hear of him again.

On the way home, Mr Swift bought a tub of ice cream, making Anne even more suspicious of his move. It was when they were in their house, he confided in her, "Anne Rose, you have grown up to be a very beautiful and precious woman."

Anne didn't say anything but she highly doubted it. She was a dull and plain looking blonde. There was nothing beautiful about her. Beautiful was the skin the Har