Doris walked towards Wesley and sat down next to him. He put his arm around her waist, and after looking at her for only a second, he said, "Master Bush is right. You do look familiar.
He really doesn't recognize me! – Doris couldn't believe it. "I have that kind of face," Doris admitted. "People tell me that all the time."
"You remind me of someone in particular," Westley said, "but you are more beautiful than she is."
Doris's body shook a little. She didn't feel happy about that compliment. She touched his arm and pouted. "Who is she?" she asked. "You can tell me."
"It doesn't matter who she is," Westley said as he began to rub her back. "You are the only one that matters to me right now."
The thought of Westley flirting with other women sent a chill up Doris's, and she shivered.
