There was also a photo of a woman who looked somewhat like me, or rather, I looked somewhat like her.
Her name was written on the back of the photo: Vicky.
This meant not only did we look somewhat similar, but we even had the same nickname.
Then when I thought about he never called me Victoria like everyone else but Vic instead, I felt as if a huge stone was pressing on my heart and I couldn't catch my breath.
How in the world could there be such a coincidence?
How could I have ever imagined that Daniel treating me so well was only because he thought of me as a stand-in for that woman called Vicky?
Fiona was surprised to hear that, "So that Vicky is Mr. Joseph's ex-girlfriend? He couldn't get her out of his mind, that's why he found a woman like her as a substitute?"
"I don't know, maybe." Whatever, it didn’t matter to me whether she was his ex-girlfriend or his dream lover.
"So you didn't even ask him?"
"Did I need to ask? He kept all those worthless little items in an exquisite wooden box, so that woman must be very important to him." Even if I liked him, I still had my self-respect, and it would be embarrassing for me to reveal it all.