Jasmine Yale wanted to close the window, but it was already a step too late.
Facing each other, there was an indescribable feeling in the air, and the sunlight was somewhat dazzling.
Jasmine Yale's hands awkwardly rested on the car window, wishing she hadn't rolled it down in the first place.
She didn't have much interaction with Harper Glorian, having only met her a few times, but she was on good terms with Ann Nolan.
Harper Glorian seemed unfazed, striding over in her red high heels.
She wore a mask, with only her large, eye-make-up enhanced eyes visible.
"Miss Yale, long time no see."
"Long time no see."
Harper Glorian sized up the car Jasmine Yale was sitting in, recognizing its hefty price tag, her shrewd eyes then scanning Jasmine Yale's makeup and clothes.
"Miss Yale's coat is Dior's limited edition for this winter season, good taste," Harper commented nonchalantly.
Jasmine Yale wasn't very knowledgeable about designer brands, but she wasn't ignorant either.
