Chapter 28Yaffa was a beautiful woman with round cheeks and a heart-shaped face. Her black curly hair was pulled behind her in a loose ponytail. She laughed jovially as she asked for forgiveness on wearing her work clothing over. “It just seemed so foolish to change.”
Felicity said not to worry, that she looked great, and it wasn’t lie. Yaffa wore a black A-line skirt and a plum-coloured jacket. She was a museum docent, and the pin for the Guelph art museum still clung to her lapel. She hugged Tristan tightly before sitting next to him at the table he’d gotten for all of them. He had also come just from work, and still wore his standard button-up white shirt and dark slacks. Felicity seemed to be the only person who dressed up. She was in a yellow sundress, one she’d recently purchased at
