"Trenton and I are getting married," Norris Moore chuckled softly, "What about you and Sophia Phoenix? Have you considered when you'll remarry?"
As she asked this question, her face carried a gentle, fragmented smile. A woman nourished by love indeed looked radiant and tender, evoking envy.
Tilly Flower narrowed the corners of her eyes, carefully observing her, feeling cheerful herself, as she wobbled her bright red stilettos. She looked up at the mottled camphor tree leaves above, where the fragmented sunlight was sliced by the greenery into uneven shadows that fell upon her face and eyes. "Probably won't get married again," she sighed lightly, "No getting married. There's not a single good man." Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of laughter and a touch of sighing.
Tilly Flower said she wouldn't get married, so she definitely wouldn't.
She had always been more cold and determined than most people.
Norris Moore smiled, lowered her head, and said nothing.
