Arwen shifted on her feet slightly; as she had guessed, another photograph was in there. Without waiting for another second, she grabbed it and pulled it out to check.
She didn't notice, but behind her, Mr. Jones's expression froze. His face was marred with extreme worry as he fidgeted with his fingers. Soon, his worry turned to confusion when he heard Arwen questioning.
"Who is this?"
Mr. Jones thought that he hadn't heard her properly. His eyes tried to concentrate on Arwen. However, when even after seconds, he didn't hear her repeating, he walked closer to her to inspect the picture in her hand.
While Arwen's gaze has also zeroed on the picture she held in her hand. There was one pretty blonde girl standing beside a teen boy who looked quite handsome for his age.
The familiarity between his face and Aiden's were very obvious but what confused her was not Aiden's young version, but rather the familiarity she felt looking at him in that picture.
