When Elinor first spotted her mother, the first thought that came to her mind was - She still looks the same.
A bit old, but more or less still the same as she remembered. The woman hurriedly walked over to the table and placed her purse on the table before settling on the chair. She was wearing a beige coat over a tan dress and black stockings. It was her classic style.
She wore neutral colors all the time.
"Elinor?"
"Yes?" Elinor responded reflexively. She was taken aback by the bright smile on her mother's face. What was she so happy about? Elinor did not relate to this happiness at all.
"How have you been? I missed you a lot."
Elinor's mother, Marilyn, was in her forties, and her voice also changed accordingly. It was a bit warm and hoarse. Not like the energetic young woma
