Leyla’s POV
Rachel, an exquisite young lady with sophistication in her looks, walks up to us. The way she is dressed, you would say she is going to a ballroom. Comparing her dress code with mine, I come directly from a run.
I love dressing up too and that is one thing we have in common. I smile at the thought.
Greg stands up and walks over to the stairs, holding her by her arm, and helping her walk to a chair opposite his. She looks too young standing beside Greg. 'She must be in her early twenties. They must have been married not for long. But didn't he get married ten years ago?'
She walks with Greg down the stairs to the dining room down with a wide smile. I added another point to her.
But behind that smile, I can see she wasn’t well. She looked sick.
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