AUTHORS POV

Later, Clarissa arrived—a lithe woman with bright eyes, long black hair and a sweet smole smile. She wore a really skimpy short skirt that barely covered her crotch and a simple white blouse. She approached Tessa behind the counter.

“This must be you, the pretty new girl,” Clarissa said warmly. “I’m Clarissa.”

Tessa hesitated for a few minutes before she finally spoke up.

“I don’t have a name,” she replied, standing to shake her hand. “I actually don’t remember” she lied.

“I understand, Ferdinand mentioned he found you while he was fishing and it looked like you had been in an accident or something. Are you sure you...