I couldn't help but recall the girl from yesterday. "Who is she?"
For the first time, a faint smile appeared on Shawn’s usually indifferent face. "She’s an outstanding young woman."
"You’ll know when she arrives. I have to go pick her up."
Without another word, he turned and left.
Holding my throbbing head, I forced myself up and went to prepare the table.
Yesterday, I had a fever of 39°C, yet he abandoned me without hesitation—to go and passionately kiss another woman.
Before long, Shawn returned with a young woman by his side.
"Hello, I’m Clara. You must be Shawn’s girlfriend." She smiled.
I looked at her, my mind went blank for a moment.
She resembled me—seventy percent alike, and the only real differences between us were our clothing styles and our figures.
She exuded a sweet and innocent charm, while I had always leaned towards a bold and seductive look.
Seeing me staring blankly at Clara, Shawn spoke in irritation. "What are you staring at? Hurry up and serve the food. Clara is starving."
At the dining table, Shawn’s face held a tenderness I had never seen before.
He carefully placed food on her plate, his every move filled with affection.