Ryan was loud, and he was angry. Nobody dared to cross him, so they looked away and shut up.
Selina said, “We’re all friends here. I’d appreciate it if we don’t spread rumors about anyone.” She sat down beside Patricia. “Don’t mind them, Patricia. It’s just how women are. We get together and gossip.”
Patricia’s face fell, and she glared at Adeline. My life’s a living hell thanks to that b*tch and her mother. She’s really pushing it now. She gnashed her teeth and glared at her.
Adeline smiled smugly. “I didn’t say anything, Patricia. Stop glaring.”
Patricia said coldly, “Feeling guilty, are you? I didn’t say anything either. You’d better stay in line, Adeline, or karma’s gonna come biting one of these days.”
Everyone looked at them. They used to be in the same class, and they seemed like good friends. It was surprising to find out that they were actually enemies.
“Let’s not talk about this.”
“Anyone getting married soon? We’re at that age anyway.”
Adeline smiled. “I think I’m going to get married first. It’s on the twenty-seventh of next month. Do come.” She raised a toast to everyone smugly, and they raised a toast back.
“Congrats, Adeline.”
“You got yourself a good husband.”
“I envy you.”
Patricia did not raise a toast. Her classmates probably ordered the food—it was a seafood galore filled with lobsters and abalones. She ignored them and helped herself to the food. Well, since I’m here, I might as well eat. I’m not the one paying anyway. Anything can be solved with food. I just have to keep eating.
Everyone was chatting happily about their jobs.
Ryan noticed that Patricia was wolfing down her food, and he handed her a bowl of soup. “Careful. Don’t choke on the food now.”
Patricia looked up at him. “It’s seafood galore. I’ll eat all I can. My stomach can handle it, don’t you worry. I just love to eat.”
Ryan frowned, and he looked sympathetic about her. “Call me if you need anything Patricia.” They had exchanged numbers earlier. He would come running to her as long as she called, no matter where he was. He had been waiting for six years, and this time, he was determined to hold her tightly.
Patricia smiled. “Thanks.” Nobody ever told her that, and it was touching. Just then, her phone buzzed. Scott texted her.
‘We’re in mansion number six, Mommy. You can come if you have time.’
Patricia’s eyes widened. She asked Selina, “Hey, Selina, does this place have any hot springs in a mansion?”
Selina nodded. “Yeah, but only one, in mansion number six. Super luxurious, super expensive. You wanna have a gander?”
Patricia shook her head. “No. I heard someone talking about that. I was just asking.” A hint of worry flashed in her eyes. Why are the kids here? And in the most expensive place of them all.
She wanted to ask them if they were here with Zachary, but then Isaac texted. ‘I’m in mansion number six, Miss Aniston. Yes, with your boys. Do come after you’re done with your reunion.’
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