Eleanor Lambert smiled at Yvonne Finley, "Then come with me."
As she walked along, Yvonne asked, "This place doesn't look like a proper shop, it's quite leisurely and elegant."
Eleanor Lambert replied with a smile, "Kind of. I pass the time here. Years ago, I got into some design-related stuff. I don't have much talent for drawing, but I like to tinker with these handcrafts. It occupies my free time."
"How so? If you, Aunt Lambert, lack artistic talent, then my years of studying art have been a waste," Olivia Clark chimed in.
Eleanor Lambert laughed heartily, "Miss Clark, you have such a sweet tongue."
Yvonne sidelong glanced.
She exchanged a look with Olivia.
A form of greeting.
Warrior Tucker sneered coldly at Oliver Perez, ignored him, and happily went over to hold Yvonne's arm.
Oliver Perez, on the other hand, felt completely uncomfortable being openly scorned.
He couldn't help but glare at Warrior Tucker several times.
They moved further inside.
