Evelyn Peary's expression changed, and an involuntary shiver ran down her spine. Alright, she admitted she didn't have the courage.
"I have a lunch meeting with a friend later, so I might not be able to join you."
As Nia Mitchell paid the bill, she spoke with Evelyn Peary.
Evelyn Peary's face fell in disappointment. "Then I'll head back to the shop at lunchtime. It's busy over there anyway."
She usually stayed at the shop during mealtimes; they really couldn't manage without her there.
"Mm."
Nia Mitchell smiled, took the black card from the cashier, and then left with Evelyn Peary.
She didn't spare Belinda Swan or Phoebe Harris a single glance.
Belinda Swan stood rooted to the spot, wiping tears from her face and tightly clutching the briefcase in her hand.
"Check, please."
She glanced at the cashier, who had been watching the whole drama unfold, then turned and walked towards the checkout counter.
This bag... she would personally deliver it to Maxwell Peary.
