Back at Winslow Residence,
Arwen was, as usual, working from ho. She had nothing to visit the office for, so she decided to stay back and company Gianna.
But little did she expect that all the while she stayed, Gianna would have no chill. She would keep pestering her with one or the other question after every few minutes.
"Wen—"
"Annaaa!"
Arwen snapped towards her before Gianna could even begin again. But then, seeing her blink like an innocent, curious puppy, she didn't know how to react.
In the end, she just sighed and asked in a tired tone, "Why are you having so many questions today? Didn't you use to hate getting disturbed while you read books?"
She tilted her chin towards the book she was holding in her hand. She was sure that since the mont they had co back to the room, Gianna had barely read even a page properly. She was simply not at all focused.
"I-I still hate it when soone disturbs while I read a book," Gianna spoke, looking a little guilty. But then, pushing the guilt to the back of her mind, she reasoned her lack of concentration. "But right now, I am not reading the book. I am thinking about sothing."
"You are not reading the book?" Arwen asked, glancing back at the book she kept in her hand.
If she wasn't reading, why the hell was she pretending to?
And who the hell thinks sothing while keeping a book open in their hands?
"No, I am not reading the novel now," Gianna said firmly, closing the book in her hand and then turning to Arwen with full attention. "I am truly thinking sothing else."
Arwen nodded in understanding. "Fine, then continue to think. I will get back to my work," she said and turned back to resu her work.
However, before she could resu, Gianna stopped her.
"No, you can't."
"Why?"
Arwen turned to look back at her and demanded. "Did I offend you in so way today, Anna? Why are you making it particularly hard for ? I —"
"I am not," Gianna cut her off smoothly. "I just wanted you to help figure out sothing first."
"What are you trying to figure out now?" Arwen asked, not understanding what was going in her friend's head today.
When Gianna saw her losing patience so easily, her eyes narrowed, and Arwen at once understood the aning of her gaze.
Taking in a deep breath, she said, "Fine, I get it. I get it." Closing her laptop, she cued her. "Tell how I should help you figure out things that you want to. You have all of my undivided attention."
"Better," Gianna grunted and then shifted into a more comfortable posture before asking Arwen. "Tell again, did you really see the girl that my uncle once loved?"
Although that didn't sound too pleasing to Arwen, she didn't let it make her feel uncomfortable for long. Nodding to Gianna, she replied, "Yes, I did see her."
"Where?"
Before Arwen even completed, Gianna shot out another question for her.
"Umm … in a photograph," she replied again.
And her answer made Gianna furrow her brow. "In a photograph?" she questioned, and Arwen nodded, not understanding why Gianna was bent to know all these details.
"Yes, in a photograph," Arwen repeated before asking back, "But Anna, why are you even asking this? It was his past, and I don't mind it. Truly."
When Arwen said that, she wasn't lying. She truly ant it. Everyone has a past, and if Aiden had one, she would bla him. How could she when he never blad her for anything?
He accepted her regardless of her flaws …
And she learnt to do the sa from him.
However, that wasn't at all what Gianna was concerned about. It was just that —to her, sothing wasn't sitting right. And she just wanted to clarify her doubts.
"You saw her in the photograph," She repeated again, and just when Arwen would have rolled her eyes and asked her to close the topic, she shot out to another question. "Did my uncle show you her picture? Or did you see it in his wallet or sothing?"
Wallet?
Arwen didn't understand.
When Gianna saw her brows furrowed, she quickly explained.
"I an, I heard n usually carry their first love's picture in their wallet, so I just asked if you saw it there?"
Arwen was slightly in a daze at her words.
n usually carry their beloved's picture in their wallet?
She never checked Aiden's wallet.
Would he also be carrying soone's picture there?
"Wenna!"
When Gianna saw Arwen lost in thought, she called her to snap her out of her daze. "What's wrong? You haven't replied yet."
Arwen's thoughts remained stuck at Aiden's wallet, but she answered Gianna anyway.
"Nope, he didn't show ; neither did I see it in his wallet. I just saw it in his old room."
"Old room?" Gianna repeated.
Arwen nodded. "Yes, one that has stored all his old mories from the past. I found the picture there. He looked identical, and he was standing in it with a girl who was blushing at him."
Gianna frowned. "How did you know that she was the one? I an, the girl from my uncle's past?"
How did she know?
Arwen didn't know. She just saw that picture and, seeing the girl blushing like blissful sunshine, she just knew that the feelings ran deep. It was clear in those pair of eyes.
"I guessed," Arwen answered after thinking for a mont. "Given Aiden's personality, he wouldn't go around clicking pictures with just anyone. Or, would he?"
That was correct …
Given her uncle's nature, he would click the picture with just anyone. Over the years, he hasn't appeared in even a single a family picture. And that alone explains his aloofness.
But then …
"Still, Wenna, how can you be so confident about your guess? What if that girl is not the one?" Gianna voiced out her suspicion.
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