Christine Quinn flatly stated, "I think since the last charity event, they've gotten pretty close."
"So, was it Jennifer Douglas who accompanied him for his birthday last night?"
Christine Quinn glanced at the eye-catching headline on the newspaper, "I suppose so!"
"No wonder he was in such a hurry to leave yesterday, he didn't even let me talk..."
"Wait, did you talk to him yesterday?"
"...Yes, yes I did!"
"What did you say to him?"
"I...I didn't say much, really!"
"No, your expression tells me you're not being truthful."
"I just hate seeing him act so high and mighty... During the time he's been home, mom's been cooking herself, just to remind him of family warmth, but he couldn't care less..."
"Becca, I need to know the main point."
Facing Christine Quinn's stern gaze, Rebecca Quentin pouted, lowered her head, and softly admitted, "Alright... I also told him that you changed into a white dress he likes just to celebrate his birthday."
