Enna Clark felt nauseated upon hearing Jacob Clark's name and hurried to the washroom.
Like its name, the washroom at the Left Bank was elegant. Enna turned on the faucet and just as she put her hand under the water, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Enna."
The voice belonged to...
Turning around, Enna indeed saw Juliet Jordan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Juliet looked as if she had aged ten years overnight. Despite her well-kept makeup, fatigue was evident in her eyes, and her usually perfect hair looked messy, and there seemed to be a red mark on her left cheek.
For more than twenty years, Juliet had always been elegant and indifferent in Enna's mind. Even at the age of almost 45, she still looked like she was in her early 30s, the epitome of a noblewoman.
Now, she seemed to have aged suddenly, her black tresses tinged with grey. Despite her efforts to look the same as ever, the fatigue and aging in her eyes could not be hidden by dressing up.
