Everyone was mingling around on their own and Monica took her time before joining in the crowd.
In fact, every time Dr. Jones reminded her about something, she would always heed his words, such as grabbing something to eat first.
She went straight to the dessert section and chose a few pastries that she liked.
She was ready to leave the station when someone called her from behind, "Godmother."
Monica turned around in surprise. "George, you're here!"
"Yes." George nodded.
The ten-year-old George had really grown much taller.
She had no idea when but his fair face had grown tanner. Even his baby face was not as childish anymore. He gave off a big boy vibe, and he was clearly more mature than his age ought to be.
If Jeanne knew that her son had suddenly become so sophisticated, her heart would probably ache.
Monica patted George's head. "Do you want some pastries? Godma will get you some."
"No need. I've just eaten."
