When I first met Aston Prescott, I thought I'd be able to let go of him.

I was naive.

He belonged to the country club where I worked, and despite the vast difference in our social status, I still fell for him. I thought he fell for me too, and that our love would overcome any obstacles.

But our relationship was discounted by everyone around us. Our families didn't support us, and our friends avoided us.

So we moved on with our lives, but then everything fell apart.

The man who once abandoned me is now seeking comfort in my arms, and this time, I'm not sure if I can give in.

Because if I do, I may never be able to let him go again.