Without knowing it, all of us are already dancing in the palms of an unpredictable entity called fate.
Never had I imagined reuniting with him like this.
Tristan is now standing before my eyes, along with an older woman who claimed to be going on a date with her lover. Judging by his present attire, which is this sumptuous tawny brown suit that I think is a brand of Freya, it seems like he'll still perfectly fit the bill if it happens that my first assumption is wrong after all.
At this point, all we can do is mirror each other's flabbergasted reaction as awkward silence only stretches between the three of us.
"Lillian, you're here! Is there a problem, dear...? Oh, and this is my boyfriend, by the way. His name is Claude. Ain't he a charmer?" Lauren blithely chirped with an ecstatic grin, linking her arm together with his.
