GALLERY
- Heroine
- (Wait, what?! Is that...the president?! Oh jeez!)
- I recognized him the instant he took off his cap and goggles. I was so surprised, I fell straight into the pool.
The freezing water swallowed me up, but the fleeting drowning sensation was the furthest thing from my mind.
I just couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Snail, cutting through the water like a true Olympian.
- Heroine
- (What's he doing here?!)
- I glanced at him, hoping he wouldn't notice me. He ran a hand through his hair and wiped his face dry.
Everyone else sitting around the pool couldn't stop themselves from staring at such a handsome image.
He didn't seem to notice the attention, though. He looked at his watch and seemed satisfied—I guessed he'd been timing himself.
- Heroine
- "Umm... Could Monsieur Esse actually be Mr. Snail? No..."
- He'd already denied it more than once. And I'd combed through old magazines to find all the times he'd mentioned his wife.
So it's not him, right? I mean...it can't be.
- Heroine
- (But if not, this is a pretty big coincidence, isn't it?
I'll have to bring it up with Owen one more time.)
- Monsieur Esse comes here all the time, and now I see Mr. Snail.
Owen is the president's secretary.
Anyone would be suspicious!
- Heroine
- (But the president has said over and over again that he's a devoted husband, and I'd rather not keep bringing it up.)
- Maybe he...has an identical twin?
And that's the one who's secretly trying to find a wife! ...That's what I was thinking to myself.
But I just couldn't stop my suspicions from growing.
I lowered my head partway into the water and watched him head back to the changing room.
