Aurora Richardson, holding a glass of grapefruit juice, said with a smile, "That's right, Allen. You can eat whatever you want, but you have to watch your words."
"Who misspoke?" Joshua Campbell insisted, "Just now, who was fidgety, incessantly making calls and peeking outside the gate?"
Aurora's face turned a shade of red. Just as she was about to retort, Phoebe Smith interjected to her rescue.
"Aurora, your concert is going to be held in two weeks. I heard that there will be limited edition dresses at Paris Fashion Week next week. Did you book Evan's latest design?"
"You also want Evan to design a dress just for you?" Aurora blinked at Phoebe Smith, "I can help, you know."
"Really?" Phoebe Smith shouted excitedly, "Ha ha, can I wear a dress designed by Evan?"
"Of course it's true," Ray Thornton, who had just walked over, took over the conversation: "Who is Aurora? The youngest pianist in our country. Her performance dress for a half a month later will be tailored by Evan."
