Gabriella Linggo widened her eyes, stared intently at her face, and exclaimed, "No wonder you looked familiar to me. You are from the Arias, no wonder."
The people of the Arias all look good.
Ten minutes later, Peter Aria and Loretta entered Gabriella Linggo's room, and Aubree Groove was about to leave as she closed the door.
Peter Aria spoke, "Aubree, stay."
Aubree Groove looked at Peter Aria, closed the door, and walked in.
From the moment Peter Aria entered the room, Gabriella Linggo fixated on his face. It was very impolite, but Peter Aria said nothing, as he too was sizing up the woman in front of him.
She didn't look that different from her picture; only, the wrinkles around her eyes had multiplied, her face filled with fatigue and changes wrought by time.
"Fourteen years have passed. I never thought I would see you, Mr. Aria, in my lifetime."
Peter Aria's eyes flickered, "You have never seen me before?"
