Chapter 22. French Lady

Aryan's pov

Watching Roseanna make the cereals reminded me of my childhood. She reminded me of my mother. I reminisced about the moment when she was still with me, but ever since she died, everything changed.

As I ate the cereals Rose made for me, I couldn't stop thinking about her, her scent, and her hair. It filled the air.

I chuckled as I reminisced about when I used to play princess and knight games with my mother

"Stop running fast Aryan, I can't catch up with you," my mother would say. I was only eight when she died and I had a tough experience with her.

"You know my father has never supported me in anything that doesn't concern the company," I said all of a sudden, I have never told anyone anything about myself but I felt the need to say something to Roseanne, although I have one belief about girls, deep down Rose feels different to me, I refused to believe that she's any different from the girls I see now, in the days of my mother, things were d