This year is no exception.
He just hadn't expected to encounter Serena Stanton.
In his eyes, she was always the most striking figure in a crowd.
Always someone he could spot at first glance.
The moment Serena Stanton appeared, Adrian Shaw saw her but didn't approach, merely gazed silently.
The wind and snow deepened the depths of his dark eyes.
Adrian Shaw looked much the same as he did at twenty-two, yet also different in every way. More cold and steady, his features sharp and aloof, an aura of distance surrounded him.
As evening approached, snow continued to fall. The flying snow covered the entire world, and everything seemed as it once was.
Except that old friends had become new strangers.
The driver went to park, while Serena Stanton walked alone towards the cabin with her bag. Adrian Shaw, hands in pockets, followed casually at a distance behind her.
With every step she took forward, he mirrored her steps behind.
