Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta had always been a bit of a homebody, but finding herself in this situation while out and about was a whole different story. She felt a twinge of embarrassment as Remington glanced down at her with a stern look.

"Behave," he said, quickening his pace.

Lizetta couldn't help but gaze up at the sharp, defined jawline of the man before her; curiosity started to get the better of her.

"Is this really appropriate for you to meet your childhood friend like this, holding me in your arms?"

Remington, catching the hint of jealousy in her voice, looked down with a slight smirk, and stopped in his tracks.

"You're right, maybe you should get down."

Before he could finish his sentence, she instinctively tightened her grip around his neck.

He let out a light chuckle, amused by her actions.

"You said one thing but wanted another."

playfully punched his

they had already stepped into the

she was a

However, everything was just as she had left it, as if untouched by time. Suddenly, footsteps approached from the kitchen, and a

carried a plate of assorted fruits. She paused upon seeing them, then offered a slightly

"Mr. Dashiell?"

she hadn't been

was she calling Remington "Mr. Dashiell"? Lizetta remembered Stella used

glanced at Remington questioningly, but he simply nodded

seeing Lizetta. "It's you? We

never

off, but Lizetta noticed that she was wearing a glove on her right hand,

voice chimed from the

strawberries; they're super clean

of the kitchen. She shyly hid behind her mother, then curiously peeked at Lizetta and Remington. Stella gently told her, "Dorothy, say hi