Asher Keating zoomed in on the photo. In it, Leah Sinclair was wearing a white down jacket and a fluffy hat. Her small nose was red from the cold, but her eyes were bright. It was clear that even the frigid weather couldn't dampen her excitement. He couldn't help but smile.
Madeline Sterling had been watching him the whole time. Asher's long fingers rested lightly on a pale cyan porcelain cup. He was wearing a low-collared black sweater today, with an LV overcoat on top.
Though simple, the outfit looked as if it were tailor-made for him. His silver-rimmed glasses glinted occasionally in the sunlight filtering in. With his high-bridged nose and thin lips, he exuded a nonchalant elegance. He had just glanced at his phone, and the slight curve of his lips gave him an inexplicable softness.
