hris, whose glass had been halfway to his lips, nearly dropped it when he heard Evans' comment, knowing that the devil in question was clearly Vanessa. He turned, his eyes met hers, and his breath stopped for a second.
While at Oxford, he had imagined a million ways he might see her again. He had imagined it happening randomly in a cafe or a restaurant, or at a gala, but he hadn't expected to be so soon.
He had followed her career, really without much trying because she had become a renowned actress, and he was genuinely happy for her.
A part of him had wondered what would have happened if she never ended their relationship. He knew he wouldn't have gone to Oxford, but would they have married, would they have had children already? Would she still have become a famous actress?
But he needed not to be hang up on what ifs, because she stood infront on him.
There she was. The woman he had not seen in seven years.
