On the late autumn nights, there was a bitter cold in the air.
Cold winds came one after another, tricky and cunning. They attacked when people let down their guards. The cold took over every bit of summer and made people feel frozen.
However, the brightly lit state of California seemed like it was never afraid of winter.
Even though it was late at night, the street was still bustling with people. Even in the ruthless winter, the city was still lively.
In a Starbucks café in Chatterton Town, the scene was lively. Everyone was gossiping and some discussions were more bitter and cruel than the cold wind, of people making schemes.
Just like the two ordinary women who were sitting in a corner.
The scarf that Madonna had bought was the same as Karen's. She handed it to Emma
