"Yes, go back, anyway, my dance company's issues haven't been resolved yet." Kaitlyn Webb slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.
Emma Benson smiled with her lips closed, sat down, picked up a bottle of wine from the table, opened it, and took a sip, saying, "I want to go back to Brazil tomorrow."
Originally, she thought that since Walter Schmidt came to the United States and the distance wasn't too far, she would come to see him, giving him a surprise, but didn't expect to make a fool of herself.
The more she thought about it, the more amusing it became. She shook her head and took another sip of wine.
"Are you in a really good mood today or a really bad one? You're drinking nonstop..." Mabel Doyle asked, resting her chin on her hand.
"Do you even need to ask?" Emma finished her drink in one go and got up to take a shower.
The other two sat on the sofa, chatting casually. Kaitlyn Webb turned on her phone, unsurprisingly seeing countless missed calls, all from Morgan Benson.
