Julissa pressed her lips together and put the handkerchief back into her bag. “Forget it, he probably won’t care about the two handkerchiefs. After all, he’s so rich.”
Annabelle narrowed her eyes. “Not necessarily. Being rich doesn’t mean you’re not sentimental. Maybe he’s had that handkerchief for years and really likes it.”
Julissa frowned at Annabelle. “Is that for real?”
“Who knows? But it’s not like you to be this conflicted.” Annabelle observed Julissa.
Julissa didn’t respond, continuing to nibble on her ice cream cone.
Was she really conflicted? Why did she feel so awkward every time she thought of Scott?
The two walked around for a while, and Annabelle glanced at the time. There were still five minutes until eight o’clock.
“I need to meet the young master. Will you be okay o
