Vanessa
I don't believe in coincidences; that's practically my philosophy of life… People usually call it destiny, luck… coincidences. Not me. I believe in opportunities. In seeing them before others… and seizing them without hesitation.
And Alexander… Alexander wasn't a coincidence. He was an opportunity. I hold the handkerchief between my fingers as I examine it once more. Clean, perfectly folded. Too elegant to be a simple gesture of courtesy.
He's a handsome man, I thought… he has presence, he's tall, elegant. His face is attractive, he has money.
What need did Clara have to go back to Ethan when she had someone like Alexander so close?
I looked at the handkerchief again and felt it between my fingers; I was paying close attention to it, but the object itself isn't important.
