So, in their eyes, Megan Langdon was still just a kid.
Evan Fairchild was of a higher generation. Even though Mrs. Fairchild was quite fond of Megan, Evan was still generationally her senior.
Unless, of course, the marriage between their families actually came to pass.
"I'm going upstairs to see Mom and Dad."
"Go on," Noelle Grant said quickly.
'She was afraid his presence would only make the atmosphere more awkward.'
"He's still the same as when we were kids," Megan Langdon said suddenly, her tone a mixture of nostalgia and resignation.
"Yeah. He made you cry plenty when you were kids."
Evan was several years older than her, and he'd gone abroad at the age of seven. He only ever came back for a few days around the New Year.
Her first real memory of Evan was from when she was seven.
And it wasn't a pleasant memory at all.
Even though she hadn't been a particularly beautiful child, she was always well-liked wherever she went.
But Evan just plain disliked her.
