#veeferro

Scott was waiting in front of the club’s restaurant for his companion, impatiently looking at his watch. He had invited Veronica to have brunch with him after finding out that she was living in Wilmington. Sunday brunches were something regular for them when they were both in New York. He looked at the wrist watch once more and when he looked up, Scott saw her walking towards him. "My my── it took only a couple of bribes to get you here. I almost thought you didn’t like mimosas anymore,” he laughed. Although he adored Veronica Ferro, Scott couldn’t help to feel that she was a reminder of the other Veronica in his life. The one who broke his heart. Vee Ferro wasn’t much different than his own Veronica ─ classy, ambitious, and a powerful woman ─ but her heart was probably in a better place. Most importantly, she hadn’t broken his heart. “Listen, out of all places in the world, how did we end up here? Also, where’s the little one? And let’s go inside, shall we── we have a table.”