Chapter 11: Mason Erwan Ashmore
Absentmindedly, I look at the scenery. There's a huge rock, that's like floating in the air, supported by a three thick silver metal. The metals are in a quarter-bend C position. Underneath the rock, it's spurting water. Like a shower. It's called Rock Fountain. There are people wandering around, taking a look at everywhere. The air is cold, causing me to quiver. Kitty, who is petting Beanie in her arms, looks so lost. The very green grass is trimmed, looking soft and clean.
There is a question hurtling inside my brain: Why was Mrs. Paris observing us?
She's not a nosy b***h. In fact, she's only a b***h. But not nosy. And there's also this feeling, that there is something going on. When I saw Mrs. Paris, she's really different. She looked pained and hurt
