Jessica turned to face Donald and gave him a polite nod. He stood there frozen, looking at her as if she were a ghost from his past.
His lips parted slightly, then closed again, as though he wanted to say something but had lost the words. The look in his eyes was one of pure shock—he was clearly struggling to process what he was seeing, even though he tried to keep a straight face.
He hadn't expected that depth of familiarity. .
She looked so familiar—her features, her grace, her presence. There was something about her that stirred a memory buried deep within him.
But it wasn't just her appearance. It was the way she carried herself. The feeling in the air had changed the moment she arrived. It was subtle, yet strong—like something finally fitting into place.
Jessica noticed the way he was staring and offered a gentle smile, hoping to ease the sudden tension. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Santiago," she said calmly.
