Annie spoke excitedly, her face full of rapture, her voice rising several decibels higher.
"I never expected Rousseau's Crown Prince to be so young, handsome, wealthy, and charming. How many women in Central City do you think would be captivated by such a man?"
At this moment, Summer Ford was feeling hungry, her head lowered, focused on scooping the food from her plate.
Unfortunately, the noisy voice beside her didn't stop, and a hand kept tugging at hers, incessantly shouting, "Look!" "Look!" "Quick, look!"
"Annie, stop bothering me!" Summer Ford was so disturbed by her that she couldn't digest even her water, her ears buzzing as though they were about to explode.
