Luna took off her cloak, her moves gentle and in peace, inside the gallery was warm enough, and the cloak could make her sweat, spoiling the perfume. Handing it to Barbara, she said, "She was busy! You know that she doesn't have time to waste on such lavishly consumed places."
Wilmore was listening carefully, she didn't lie to the girl and somehow lowered the mayor girl.
"How are your eyes, daughter?" Asked Vanessa's mother. The mother and daughter were ignoring Lisa.
"Thanks to Elizabeth and My aunt, Lisa. I feel better."
Luna wrapped her hands in Lisa's arm and sweetly smiled.
"That's good, get better and marry a Nobel man. Make your family bigger. You don't want to make the James family extinct, do you?"
Vanessa mocked.
