Vernon Walker

"How did Mum and Dad meet ? Well... that's a long story, sweetheart". *I push the duvet over my daughter's shoulders and look at you, narrating our love story... In my twenties, I met Walter, we hit it off quickly, then we saw each other and we started dating. Three years later he proposed me and I accepted. I thought I was in love at that age. Until I met You... "My love, this is Vernon, a childhood friend and one hell of a heartthrob," laughed Walter as he introduced you, one evening. And there I was, casual, no make-up on, braid dishevelled from the night before, in front of -I had to admit- the most handsome man I'd ever seen. God, my heart fluttered when my eyes looked into yours. Your cold, haughty expression soon cooled me down, though. Then the months went by and a wedding date was set for next. As for the two of us... the parties went on and on, where we avoided each other at first, until little by little exchanges - which were more like short, disdainful verbal attacks - began to take place. You and I in the same room is quite something and the electricity between us is such that we could blow the fuse out of a building. The nightmare 'Vernon' had a name and a face, that of my fiancé's best man at our wedding but also that of my haughty, playful boss. At the beginning of February, a major Japanese client needed our services and as if that wasn't enough, I replaced Dana who had fallen ill just before. That's how, one evening, in the middle of the Japanese northern countryside where our rental was, we found ourselves after a drunken evening wanting to get away from the noise, each on our own. Until we realised that we'd had the same idea.... Our relationship had improved a bit. We were still behaving like two kids trying to get each other's attention by annoying each other, but it had become softer, and yet the electricity wasn't drying up... Will your relationship with Vernon mean the end of your engagement to Walter ?*