Krystle digested the open challenge of Steve Hanks. If not anything, she knew Anya would do nothing she was unsure of.
"Annie, who the…" Krystle paused when there was a mini crowd around them, "Anya, you have come." It was the restrained voice of Krystle's father.
Krystle's mother spread her arms and hugged Anya, "You look gorgeous, Anya." Krystle's mother awkwardly complimented when Anya didn't react to the hug.
Anya: "..."
Though their words and actions didn't seem out of ordinary, Anya's smile faltered looking at the fake smiles and expressions.
Without giving Anya a chance to speak, a middle-aged lady spoke, "Hello Anya, I'm Caroline, we have met before." That was a voice of effort to be acquainted.
Anya knew Caroline was Krystle's aunt, managing director of one of the Lewis hotels. Weren't they always just flashing her a smile that used to be genuine?
