"Yeah, I heard that too. Mr. Quinn was specially invited by Elder Yorick. It has nothing to do with Stella Lockwood."
Stella Lockwood naturally noticed everyone's eyes on her, their hushed whispers all about her. She offered a faint smile in response. 'Today, I'm just an actress. All I have to do is play my part well and make sure Grandpa has a happy birthday.'
Her grandfather took her around to meet several old acquaintances. Upon meeting one, he chuckled and said, "Mr. West, my friend! Didn't you say you wanted to meet our Stella? Well, here she is! Stella, say hello to Mr. West…"
"And you, Woodland! Didn't you say you wanted to take on a god-granddaughter? I've brought our Stella over. You'll have to dote on her from now on… Stella, call her Miss Woodland…"
"Pops, your Bowie is here, isn't he? That rascal loved chasing Stella around when they were kids… Bowie, do you still recognize Stella? Stella, this is Bowie…"
