Two hours later, Lucy and Franklin emerged from the mall, laden with shopping bags.Suddenly, Lucy exclaimed, "Oh no! I forgot to buy a necklace! Come on, let's go back…"With his hands full and legs aching from all the walking, Franklin groaned, "Mom, maybe we should call it a day? We're already ca
Lucy complained a bit more. She didn't understand any of it, so she wasn't interested. What she saw was merely a huge crowd, packed tight."Let's go, let's go, let's get out of here," she urged.Evelyn smirked sarcastically, ready to leave with them, when she suddenly spotted a familiar figure.Mira
As the crowd gradually dispersed, Miranda's group prepared to head to the next exhibit hall. As they turned around, they found themselves face-to-face with Evelyn."Whoa!" Winter said exaggeratedly.Miranda kept her expression neutral and calmly looked away. To her, Evelyn was now just another stran
Miranda quickly linked arms with her mother and said, "Since you're out and about, I wanted to treat you to something special."Mindy chuckled and decided not to spoil the moment. But when Lionel entered and saw the menu, he almost jumped out of his seat."This… this… The cheapest steak is over a hu
After finishing their meal, Winter received a phone call and had to leave first, while Miranda took her parents back home. Despite being tired from a whole day of walking, Lionel remained energetic as he scrolled through the photos on his phone."Let me tell you about this golden enamel plate… and t
As Evelyn recalled running into Miranda and her family earlier that day, she found herself staring at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.She murmured, almost inaudibly, "If I had known things would turn out this way, I might have been better off accepting Miranda back then…"At least M
Duane obediently took his seat next to Winter and started making rounds, offering a toast to everyone at the table."Apologies for being late. This one's on me," he said, downing three glasses in apology before continuing to mingle.The main figure of the night was Jameson Plight, a middle-aged man
Duane's body swayed. "Winter, I didn't… it was Willie, he's the one who said you—""What he said doesn't matter. What matters is that you brought me to this gathering, and you used me to strike up a conversation with Mr. Plight, didn't you? Or was that also Willie's idea? If so, he's quite thorough,