Noah.
“Hello Flo Bo.” I kept my voice low, barely a whisper but I knew she had heard me. Just like I knew she had recognised me.
It had been years, years of picturing her face every night before I went to sleep. And now she was here in front of me I didn’t know what to do.
She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Tall and willowy. Her blonde hair fell down her back in a whitish waterfall. The clothes she wore, perfectly tailored and obviously expensive accentuated every single mouth-watering curve.
Fleur was a woman now. Everything about her screamed confidence. Everything apart from the pure shock and misery on her face as she stared at me.
It seemed to happen in slow motion, her tall frame crumbled. Shaking her head vigorously she dropped to the floor. Hiding her face a
