Chapter 220: An ugly, old friend - III

"Who?" Slipped out of her mouth before the bouquet of roses lowered and Evelyn could finally run her eyes over his face. 

The piercing green eyes, shaggy brown hair, and the cutoff to inches made it all come back to her. 

It had been years since they last met and she could recognise the mischievous look anytime and anywhere because she had basically grown up with it. 

"Matty!" She whispered in amazement, "it's you!"

How long has it been? More than three obviously but definitely more to than that. Looking at him once again, Evelyn could tell that he had matured alot and luck had favoured him because with the looks nd the clothes he wore, he must be living quite a good life. 

The man grinned before winking at her. "You got that right, Bianchi. Looking a bit weak there—"

"Stop," Salvatore's one word that halted both of them. "Stop right there."