Tuliptwriter
Growing up blind and orphaned, life taught her to depend on no one except her faithful guide dog Hope.
When she flew to the UK to live with her late mother's best friend Rita, to get to know more about her mom and family.
She doesn't really expect much, certainly not a male and living in the same house with one since ( she grew up around girls)
Dean, the cold mysterious nephew who barely speaks, yet somehow never leaves her thoughts.
He doesn't show pity, at least she can't really tell. His silence speaks louder than words, his movements, his presence fills the room like a storm waiting to break and though she can't see him, she feels his every move, his tension, his gaze.
Fera tells herself it's just her imagination. That the electric feeling in her heart is foolish and immature. But there's one question she has always been curious about and can't get out of her head.
How does he look at her?
Too bad she'll never know.
Because love might be blind...
But so is she.