Leona Grant parked not far away but lingered in his car.
He just sat there, staring blankly at her.
Though she was just a stone's throw away, he missed her more than ever.
Annabelle Linton's gaze landed on a young couple who had just received their marriage certificate.
The girl cradled the certificate, smiling shyly. She said with feigned complaint, "Oh, this photo turned out so ugly. It looks terrible."
"Now I'm angry." The boy ruffled his hair, put his arm around the girl and started walking. "I'll have to smack that hand," he said childishly. "You're not allowed to say bad things about my wife. My wife is the most beautiful."
The two of them burst out laughing.
Annabelle Linton watched them walk into the distance. Recalling the boy's endearingly childish words, her lips curved into a small smile.
'Honestly... if I had the choice, I'd prefer someone a little more ordinary, too.'
