Looking at her daughter, Angela Reid smiled gently, "Alright."
At this time, Graham Berkeley kept staring at the TV screen, his expression unspeakably complex.
Was that Lewis Harrison really Clayton Howard? If so, why hadn't he come back to find Camila all these years?
If not, could there really be two people in the world who looked so alike?
Graham sighed. He feared that if Lewis Harrison really was Clayton Howard and his reason for not returning was that he had already forgotten Camila, then losing him again would be even more painful for her.
In the afternoon, after putting Belinda Howard to sleep for a nap, Camila Walker got up and checked the time; it was already three-thirty.
She had agreed to meet Jose Pearce at seven in the evening; it was time for her to prepare a dress and do her styling.
Remembering that except for the necessary Company banquets, she hadn't attended any other banquets in a long time, she realized she didn't have any nice dresses.
