The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 328

Natalia barely registered the chatter of the girl, too lost in her own thoughts. Excitement bubbled in her chest as she stared at the side profile of the artist her co–worker had shown her. It was Hector, her childhood friend Hector! And he was in Rome, of all places!

The square was not far from Natalia’s quaint little apartment, yet it felt like she had run a marathon to get there.

When she finally arrived, led by her co–worker, she spotted Hector from a distance among the street performers. He was as tall as she remembered him, but he seemed to have lost weight. His face held a look of melancholy as if he had shut out the world.

Indeed, it was Hector, the boy who had once filled her life with hope, who had grown up with her, now standing right before her.

Natalia halted, turning to her co–worker. “He’s an old friend of mine. I can’t believe we’re both in such a faraway place. It’s quite serendipitous.

Thank you for bringing me here.”

Although Natalia was a bit flustered, her co–worker could sense her joy. She smiled at Natalia, pleased with the good deed she had done. “It’s no big deal, really You don’t have to thank me. I should head back to work now. Don’t want to keep you from catching up with your friend.”

With a wave, her co–worker left, leaving Natalia to approach Hector.

At that moment, it felt as if everything around Natalia had gone silent. She moved closer, taking in the sight of Hector engrossed in his painting

How quickly time had flown. It’d been six years and Hector was no longer the bright, sunny boy she knew. His face was now marked with

hint

painting. Even from a distance, she could recognize it was her profile. A few people were gathered

had passed so fast, and she and Hector had not seen each other in six years? She had been through

full of sunshine and life, was an

in these years?” Standing a few steps away from

her heart aching as she watched him sketch her likeness, his

six years, she had almost forgotten about the bright and optimistic boy

now looked much tougher, his jawline shadowed with stubble, his lips tightly drawn, and his brows furrowing a permanent melancholy. A gentle breeze swept

as she watched.

all his longing for Natalia into his art. It was as if this was the only way to perfectly capture every smile and frown

painting of a girl in a white dress, he heard a whimper nearby, followed by

whispers

tall and thin, with somewhat pale skin, her petite face carrying tears, and her large

He must have been dreaming just now. What he saw must have been an illusion. Natalia, who had

of sorrow Hector knew that it must be

devill

as the weak Natalia was trapped by

inaction. “Natalia, I’m sorry, I caused all of this. If there’s a next life, I’m willing to repay the debt I owe for my cowardice, and stay by your side

continue adding color to the oil painting. He was painting a girl in the flower room, the backdrop a large patch of passionate lavender. Natalia in white dress was

lavenders

to the lavender field when he heard