Avery chose the restaurant closest to Vaillant Telecommunications and sat close to a window. It was easier to talk to her mortal enemy with the view of the city obstructing her view so she wouldn't have to look at her fake face.
Constance was pleasantly surprised that Avery had agreed to meet up with her in private, but she knew better than to be relieved. This cunning woman could be up to something.
"How has my grandson been? I heard he made a little girlfriend." She attempted to strike a conversation, but that only made Avery want to kill someone when she thought of the only possible way Constance could have known about Angel's new friend. She huffed at the woman.
"Don't be such a pervert. My son is five."
"I don't mean 'girlfriend', don't be so stuck-up." Constance felt embarrassed when Avery twisted her innocent remark into something they both knew she didn't mean. She was relieved when a waitress came over to take their orders.
