Isabella′s POV:
Hee-Young sat there, staring at me like a fish out of water. She opens her mouth a few times before shutting it. Inside the ice cream parlor with the presence of a single worker, I couldn’t believe what had happened - what I had said. I couldn’t keep it to myself until we went home.
Hee-Young’s mate had always been a sensitive subject for her.
"Umm, can I see the photo?” she whispers.
I nod, slipping the crumpled photo out of my purse. I don’t know what happened earlier, but I took the picture with me.
Hee-Young sat there, analyzing the photo with curious eyes. “This must be her,” she mumbled under her breath as the voices from the television echoes throughout the vast room. She closes her eyes, turning the photo down on top of the table. “And that must be thei
