She blinked, initially wanting to avoid them, but Autumn Stetford and Ruby Sheldon had already seen her.
Autumn Stetford even smiled and waved at her.
Lawrence Winters had no choice but to walk over slowly, smiling as she greeted, "Mrs. Sheldon, Miss Sheldon, you've arrived? Why aren't you going in?"
Ruby Sheldon giggled and said, "There are dead people there. I'm delicate, and Mr. Zhuge suggested I avoid these occasions."
"Avoid them? Then you shouldn't have come at all." Lawrence Winters inserted both hands into her trouser pockets, speaking leisurely.
She wasn't wearing a dress but a black pantsuit.
If you looked closely, you could tell it wasn't an actual suit but a makeshift one pieced together from two black garments, meaning the top and pants weren't originally a set; they just happened to be black.
It was a sudden situation; who would bring funeral attire just to a competition trip?
She couldn't be bothered to shop for an outfit just for this funeral.
