She gently tugged at the corner of her mouth, inexplicably feeling a bit pathetic, but she still smiled and replied, "I'll go find the teacher to familiarize myself with the positions and dance moves first."
That smile was more pitiful than crying.
After undergoing a change of roles and falling from grace, she could still act so calmly. It seemed she already knew who she had offended.
It's just a pity...
The director finally sighed.
...
Today, Sinclair Apothecary was unusually quiet, with the sunlight filling the space beautifully.
At four in the afternoon, Claire Prescott sent a message to Keane Lowell: [I'm staying at my place tonight, so I won't come over to yours.]
As soon as she sent the message,
she saw the words "The recipient is typing..." appear at the top of the screen.
Then, nothing happened...
Claire Prescott stared at that grey icon for a while until a patient came in, completely interrupting her train of thought.
She put her phone away and got back to work.
