Fortunately, her gaze swept around and found an empty spot in a corner.
The table had eight seats, four on each side; it was wiped clean, rather pleasing to the eyes.
Walking over, Flossie Wright took her seat.
But then—
She hadn't even peeled her egg when two figures approached her table.
Barely lifting her eyes, Flossie noticed the two approaching and paused in the act of peeling her egg.
"Calvin, let's sit here," said a charmingly soft voice from above.
Flossie leaned slightly backward and saw Cherry Hamilton's face, smiling demurely. Radiant with the bloom of love, Cherry looked even more attractive and seductive in every gentle move she made.
Even in a training uniform, she was eye-catching.
Flossie had some memories of Cherry.
Beautiful, with a flawless figure, a nice temperament, not one to suffer losses, and able to win others' affections—with a pretty good reputation to boot.
