"Hmm, satisfying, my niece must be a great beauty!"
Tara Summer laughed on the side, looking at Emma Benson's small face: "Of course she's a great beauty. Our Emma is so pretty, and Walter Schmidt is so handsome. How could their child not be beautiful!?"
"Stop egging each other on..." Emma Benson playfully tapped the backs of their hands, her red lips curling up, "I'll get conceited."
Her words amused the two of them, and the three women burst into laughter.
Fiona Schmidt laughed so hard she couldn't close her mouth, leaning back on the sofa, laughing shamelessly.
After a while of laughter, Emma Benson stared at her little sister-in-law and asked: "Fiona, how are things with Lewis Holmes? Any chance of further development?"
"None." Fiona Schmidt still leaned against the sofa, shrugging with a nonchalant attitude, "We didn't even exchange phone numbers. It's obvious he's not interested in me."
