Twenty one

Andrey

"What if, we chance upon Amanda or, heaven forbid, mother thinks we are together?" Her words lingered in the air, casting a pall over the atmosphere.

I stole a fleeting glance at her, a pang of disappointment coursing through me, though I masked it adeptly. Bringing the car to a halt by the roadside, I turned to face her, her countenance betraying a hint of worry.

"Why... you stopped... why did we stopped," she queried, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Calmly, I probed her gaze, noting the fleeting glimmer of sorrow before she blinked, her eyes now veiled in sadness. "You don't wish to meet my mamma?" I inquired, maintaining an air of composure. Silence met my inquiry, save for the somber exchange of glances.

Placing a tender hand against her cheek, she exhaled softly, her eyelids fluttering shut. "I did not mean it that way," she murmured softly. "You should've told me earlier, I would've bought her something," she continued. A gentle chuckle escaped me, resonating with wa