Sierra Summers didn't really know how to evaluate what she heard. She wasn't involved, and from the perspective of an onlooker, all she could do was be a patient listener.
But there was one thing that caught her attention, "Which high school did you attend back then?"
Celeste Yates mentioned a name, "But even though I took a leave of absence at the time, the things about my family were all over the place, so I couldn't go back to school and ended up transferring."
"So I'm four years older than you."
Sierra Summers muttered to herself, "Four years? My brother is 26... first year to third year of high school?"
Celeste Yates didn't catch it, "What?"
"Ahem, I was just wondering, did you often bring ballet shoes to school? Why? There shouldn't have been time to practice in high school, right?"
Celeste Yates was stunned by her question, a hint of nostalgia and regret flashed in her eyes, "Although I didn't like dancing when I was young, I slowly fell in love with classical dance."
