The woman who just walked in has the same pitch-black curly hair (tied in an elegant bun) and gray eyes like that of Robbie's. However, unlike him, she has an oval face, a soft, kind mouth, and a glowing wheatish complexion. She is quite short with a lean structure, but her presence is quite large. She has the word 'class' written in every nook and cranny of her stature. It is so profound that even some of the cafe's customers turned to look at her. My jaw dropped on seeing Mrs. Walker. Not only is she a beauty, but she barely looks thirty. Had I not known she was Robbie's mother, I would have thought she was Robbie's sister. Mrs. Walker is such a sophisticated and classy lady that I suddenly felt under-dressed. Even in her hurried and exhausted form, she still managed to look very elegant. I was completely tongue-tied on seeing her. Robbie got up and hugged her, chirping, in a happy tone, "Mum, sorry to call you when you're so busy." She patted his back with a bright smile, "Absol
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