"I'm sorry, my dear if my question upset you." Mina move closer to Stella and patted her on her back and even helped clean her face like a caring mother would do.
"Thank you, Mina," Stella avoided her loving gaze as she put away the glass of water she was earlier drinking in other to prevent another mess.
She felt like vanishing from the room as her mind worked like an automated robot in search of the perfect answer to give the nosy old woman, whose eyes were focused on her like an old wise owl.
Unfortunately, no reasonable answer came into her thoughts . All she left to do was give a subtle response that wouldn't provoke more annoying questions.
Stella had an unwavering feeling that the old woman could have heard or seen something, especially as she saw some workers of the Dawson winery gawking at her when Greg dropped her off by the Dawson estate. Even though Greg did not step out of the car, she was certain people would wag their tongues.
