Chapter Thirty
"I do think there is such a thing as fate, only that it might not apply in this circumstance." Pamela was a little edgy.
The atmosphere tensed up, despite the endless greetings they got from nearly everyone they came in contact with.
"Oh my, this is such a pleasant surprise, Mrs Fallon," a woman who appeared like she was a little past midlife greeted Mrs Fallon with a hug and her lips spread in a wide smile. Her pair of glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, while despite the constriction from her smile.
"I can't help surprises. It's so good to see you, Mrs Goodrich." She looked warily at Pamela before averting her gaze to Austin, and then back at Pamela, while pulling down the middle of her pair of glasses. Her face shimmered after watching them for a few seconds
