At the port of Pyralia, someone Shirley Thorne never expected quietly appeared.
Phoebe Ainsworth stood on the dock, the picture of dignity and grace. She wore a stunning red dress and a sun hat, a white bag draped over her delicate hand.
She was growing impatient, and the smile on her face was a little stiff. Fortunately, her sunglasses hid most of it, so her imposing aura remained more or less intact.
Before her, a ferry gradually appeared on the horizon and began to approach the shore.
Phoebe Ainsworth's eyes lit up. Her posture, which had been somewhat slouched, suddenly straightened, and a flicker of hope appeared in her eyes.
Soon, a noble-looking woman in a cheongsam disembarked. She seemed timid and withdrawn, but her eyes lit up the moment she saw Phoebe Ainsworth.
"Phoebe!"
Susan Langley stumbled off the ship and rushed over to grasp Phoebe Ainsworth's fair, delicate hand. "Phoebe," she said worriedly, "I came here behind Warren's back."
