When Blanca Roach and Matthew Grant returned to the dinner, they bumped into Shelly. Coincidentally, Blanca Roach had changed into a dress of the same color as hers, both purple.
In fact, the color purple is very picky, wear a good is mysterious and temperament, wear a bad is old fashioned.
Obviously this color is more called Blanca Roach, her temperament set off just right, compared to Shelly’s dress is quite inferior.
Shelly is frozen in place, a face of embarrassment.
She originally wanted to wear purple to stand out a bit, after all, this color can rarely be called up, but now is Blanca Roach than down, how can she be willing!
“Blanca.” Isabel came from the dining area with Curtis Irwin on her arm and couldn’t stop smiling, “What took you and President Grant so long?
“Got caught up on some things.”
Matthew Grant did not give Shelly a look, directly around Blanca Roach’s waist, turned to the other side.
Shelly was left alone awkwardly, her hand hanging at her side clenched hard, her nails almost sinking into the flesh.
All of her encounters today must be doubly returned by Blanca Roach!
The four of them were chatting happily when Blanca Roach glanced at the corner of the party and met a look that looked really familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
She tilted her head a bit and after seeing the person’s face, her eyes widened and there was more than a hint of surprise under her eyes.
It was Paddy, the neighboring brother she had played with so well as a child.
“Wait for me, guys.” Blanca Roach patted the back of Matthew Grant’s hand, took a step to his side, and asked softly, “Is that Brother Paddy?”
“Blanca!”
Paddy’s eyes lit up instantly when he saw the visitor and took Blanca Roach’s hand, “What are you doing here? Have you been well all these years?”
Blanca Roach was taken aback by his action, laughed dryly and silently drew back her hand.
“I’ve had a good time, I’m here today for my best friend’s wedding.”
BFF?
Paddy withdrew his hand and resumed his modest and elegant appearance, with a trace of deep thought hidden under his eyes.
Today is Empire Group senior assistant Curtis Irwin’s wedding, to be able to attend proves that Blanca’s current status must be extraordinary, otherwise she would not have the chance to come in.
“Blanca, what are you doing now …” Paddy wanted to speak but held back what he wanted to ask and hooked a smile, “What are you doing now? Still the same as before?”
Before …
Blanca Roach smiled and shook her head, moving the glass of wine in front of her a little further away.
“Of course not, I’m working on my own design studio now, and it’s taking off a bit.”
“Designing? It’s good that you’re doing this, I remember you liked to get some writing and drawing when you were a kid, and now you’re realizing your dream.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d remember these little things.”
Paddy smiled mildly, with undetectable emotions hidden in his eyes, staring straight at the person smiling brightly in front of him.
Of course he remembered, how could he forget …