Watching them silently walk away, Ella Lacey also took the opportunity to slip out, following behind, there was someone she wanted to see inside.
She hastily called out, "Yolanda, wait for me."
Vermes Marley left Yolanda Bardot behind, instructing, "Go home by yourself later, okay?"
"Okay." Yolanda Bardot nodded.
She stopped in place, Ella Lacey ran over to her, and the two shared a warm hug typical of close girlfriends, "Yolanda, you look so beautiful tonight."
"Ella, you're also pretty." Yolanda Bardot looked up, examining her blue evening dress. It fit perfectly, as if tailor-made, highlighting her slender figure, refined and ethereal in its elegance.
Her own dress seemed a bit too ostentatious, being a patchwork of trendy elements, luxurious but inferior.
"Yolanda, did you come here with Vermes Marley?" Ella Lacey asked as they walked onto the deck, hand in hand, to enjoy the breeze.
It was calm at sea, with scattered points of fishing fires twinkling in the distance.
