"Well, your Adam is certainly handsome… and far more striking than Melanie's Adam," Marianne remarked as she looked at the picture that Melody had just shown her. She looked at Melody and nodded at this, still looking down at the couple in the picture.
It had been an entire day and night since Marianne and Richard Thomas had first met Adam Collins, yet the memory remained fresh and jarring. They had expected someone refined, possibly mild-mannered, the kind of man who wore neatly pressed shirts and sensible trousers and be simple like their Melanie. Instead, the man who had shaken Richard's hand and kissed Marianne's cheek had shown up in a dark polo neck, worn leather jacket, and jeans- looking like a hooligan.