Leona Grant looked at her. His eyes always welled up whenever he saw her, and this time was no exception.
He smiled, a warm expression spreading across his flawless face as he greeted her softly, "Annabelle Linton."
"Yeah." Annabelle Linton smiled back, now able to face him calmly. "What are you doing here?"
In the past, they would do nothing but bicker and fight whenever they met. So this... 'how would you describe it?'
A moment of harmony between them? You could count those on one hand.
Hearing her question, Leona Grant smiled and took out a small cake box. It was something he'd bought earlier when he passed by a pastry shop.
Annabelle Linton didn't have much of a sweet tooth, but she always bought this specific cake to try. 'He was glad he still remembered that one, pitiful detail about her.'
"I passed the pastry shop and bought your favorite cake. It might not be the freshest anymore, but... I hope you'll take it anyway."
