Recently, the weather in Coronet hasn't been great. The autumn wind is bleak.
Thea Lynch wore a knee-length trench coat, her curly hair cascading down in front. She kept her hands in her pockets, staring expressionlessly at Nina Sinclair.
Outsiders often said she and Nina Sinclair resembled each other somewhat.
That statement isn't quite accurate.
She and Nina Sinclair are two completely different styles of people. Just in terms of appearance, you might find a trace of similarity in the eyes, at best, just barely meeting the criteria.
"I can't help you." Thea Lynch left no room for negotiation.
"I can apologize to you for what happened before! I was infatuated with Ian Preston at that time, which is why I said those nasty things to you. I'm apologizing to you, but right now, my problems shouldn't involve my father, should they?"
"Let's put the past behind us and focus on now..."
"Why should we put the past behind us?" Thea Lynch interrupted her.
