Ella Lacey paused deliberately, then chuckled, "Ah, I'm increasingly feeling the cruelty of time... Your mom is old, mercilessly overshadowed by your naturally beautiful sister..."
"Impossible."
Isabella Lindsey knew she maintained her looks well, her skin still as smooth as in her youth, plus a man who adored her took great care of her, so she was carefree and definitely not aging prematurely.
"You'll see when you get here." Ella grinned.
"You're in A City!"
Isabella finally understood why she went on a tangent; it was to set up this key point. She quickly asked, "Where are you? I'll come find you."
"I'm here at the iconic First Plaza in A City," Ella didn't play coy and gave her the address.
"Wait for me, I'll be right there."
Isabella left the library, got into a taxi, and headed for First Plaza.
The plaza was bustling with people.
Ella was standing under the tall iron tower in the middle, opening her arms with a smile. Amidst the crowd, she was so striking and radiant.
