Sophia's face changed, and she flung off his hand, turning away in a foul mood.
Given their status, they were not supposed to follow along, not supposed to be present, they should be like the other people on the beach, just playing casually.
"Sophia, even without the lady of the house, there's still Miss Abigail. You should learn to give up," Wester advised as he followed behind her.
"Are you advising me, or yourself? You can convince yourself because you've suddenly realized that the madam you speak of is not as wonderful as you thought, so you can easily let go. But you can't expect others to give up their dreams just like you!" Sophia stopped and retorted sharply.
"You say the boss is your dream?" A hurt look flashed across Wester's eyes; so she considered the boss as her dream.
