The next day, I went to the company with Isadora.
There were many employees inside, but they were all very approachable.
In less than a morning, we all hit it off.
"So you're the pure love Ms. Myerson can't stop thinking about. You look exactly like the photo!"
I raised an eyebrow, asking in confusion,
"What photo? You've got it wrong. Isadora and I are just childhood friends who grew up together."
They all covered their mouths, giggling.
"Ms. Myerson is such a high-quality woman. There used to be quite a few people who had thoughts of pursuing her, but they were all rejected."
"At first, we thought she didn't like men, until later when a photo fell out of her wallet. The person in it looked exactly like you! We absolutely couldn't be mistaken!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel my face heat up.
Back then, Isadora and I were at the same college, and we were very close.
But after graduation, her family arranged for her to study abroad.