The Woman Behind the Mask

Liam stood in the middle of the penthouse suite and slowly gazed over every single thing carefully arranged according to Amelie's delicate vision. 

Every little detail reminded him of her and it was a painful thing to accept –– soon, this would all turn into nothing but a fleeting memory. 

This hotel room had been Liam's temporary home for more than a month and strangely enough, it was the only place he felt comfortable at in many years. And he knew that it was all thanks to Amelie. 

The first time he met her was at the alumni event at the university one year ago. 

Liam was on his way to see one of his professors –– or rather beg him to look over his lengthy absence at his lectures and allow him to take the final exam anyway –– when he noticed him talking to a woman he had never seen before.