After they had left, the people at the coffee shop were still gossiping about them, but Emilia Goldsmith was completely unaware.
Even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared.
Clinging to the arm of a handsome man, she first went shopping, then saw a movie, played the claw machine, and finally, after having a French meal, the sky had gradually darkened.
She didn't go home, but instead drove to the seaside.
The night's beach was dotted with couples, all walking hand in hand along the shore.
"Lyle Westbrook, over here." She ran ahead, imitating other girls by taking off her shoes and placing them aside, stepping into the seawater. With a beaming smile, she waved towards the man who wasn't far away.
Lyle had never seen her so carefree, and with complicated emotions in his eyes, slowly walked towards her.
"Do you want to join me?" The sea breeze tousled her long hair and caused her dress to flutter. She looked stunningly beautiful.