IT was fascinating to see a group of different people with different abilities in one place.
At one table, Carmen and Janni were seated. Opposite their seat were Mira and Belle. In another table were Solana and Becca.
If Carmen’s table were people with solemn faces, bickering can be heard at Solana’s. As per usual, the blue-eyed woman is teasing the quiet Becca.
“Anyone wants coffee?”
All of them glanced at the brown-haired woman who was standing before the door. Her slim figure was emphasized by the short sleeves, sheer dress that she was wearing.
“Mom, can I have a milkshake?”
“Of course, baby girl. How about you, Janni?”
“Yes, please. Thank you, Aunt Villel. Less sugar please.”
“Alright, baba.”
“I’ll help you.”
Villel Bombardo-Petrov of EP Express smiled at Jane. “Follow
