Amanda was an 18-year-old girl taking a nursing course in a university in downtown Florida. Being an only daughter and with her dad dead now for almost seven years, she was the one who needed to work so that she could pay for her studies. Her mother was a nursery school teacher, and didn't make enough to pay for her studies as well. Thus she had taken up her own responsibility when she had not even reached high school. Since then, her whole life had not been anything but a struggle.
She had a slender figure and was of a medium height. Her long, straight hair was tied loosely in a rubber band. She was dressed in her baby pink t-shirt and her acid-washed jeans, accompanied with a pair of old sneakers. Her usually shining, summer blue eyes were dull. Her pink lips were pressed in a tight line; lips that had never been kissed. Not even by a friend. Sometimes she felt like she was not a young girl of eighteen but an old granny of eighty.
She worked as a housekeeper, having to clean up everything in a house to make money for food, shelter, and the tuition for school...and she had never had a boyfriend...until she met him...
Henry Powell looked around the expensive restaurant they were in to find his wife, Jessica. They had come to enjoy this evening on Jessica's insistence. Henry had gotten bored of this dull and tiring life. He had worked hard to achieve what he had, but he did not enjoy showing off. He hardly attended any parties. He liked to spend a simple, calm life, where he could just enjoy the time with his family. But Jessica was the direct opposite and craves parties and showing off.
Yes, he's married, but unhappily so. Can Amanda fill the void he's so craving in a partner?