The glamorous woman sighed. "The sight of the flower makes me want to do my absolute best to save it. How am I supposed to refuse entry to Ms. York and leave the flower to die when she comes again? I might as well just throw the pot of flowers away, then. Out of sight, out of mind!"
Mrs. Landis' heart ached as she looked at her. Even her eyes had reddened.
The glamorous woman's name was Iris Hunt, and she was originally the eldest daughter-in-law of direct lineage in the Hunts, the most influential family in New York. By right, she should have been the most dazzling and enviable person.
But unexpectedly, after the marriage…
For Justin's sake, she was adamant about not having excessive contact with him. She had been living here ever since she moved out of the Hunts' residence, and had put all of her sentiments for Justin and Pete into the flowers and plants here.
