Ahead, Lydia Shire, who was directing employees to pack the picture albums, slowly looked back at Amelia Cobb.
The Amelia Cobb of now seemed even more dazzling than the one she had met a long time ago, as if getting divorced had lifted her up.
And not a bad thing in her life.
Otherwise, how could a woman get better and better after getting out of a marriage?
Lydia Shire wore a white down jacket that day. Her high-necked sweater rested on her chin, making her look as pure and endearing as a fluffy white rabbit.
With such appearance, it's no wonder so many men are eager to be her stepping stones, knowing very well what she wants, yet still throwing themselves into the flame like moths.
All of a sudden, the image of Christopher Robinson appeared in Amelia Cobb's mind. The man standing tall next to Lydia Shire, his cold and serious face, together with Lydia's untainted beauty, made for a match made in heaven.
