Chapter 190

Rosalind quickly caught Angelina as she nearly fell, her eyes welling up with guilt. "This is my fault. You wouldn't have fallen if I hadn't come over." "It's not your fault," Isadora reassured her. "She twisted it again a few days ago." "Still, it only happened because her leg wasn't fully healed. I'm really sorry, Angelina." "Don't mention the past anymore. You came at just the right time—come have some cake!" "I don't eat at night," Rosalind said, gently. "I'm trying not to gain weight." High achievers had always been the hardest on themselves. Isadora frowned. "Seriously? You're here and you're not gonna eat? What, are you here just to watch us chew?" "Exactly," Megan chimed in, wrapping an arm around Rosalind's shoulder. "I've missed you, you know." With all the coaxing, Rosalind finally picked up a fork and had some cake with the others. As she chewed, she said bluntly, "Congrats, Angelina. Honestly, I didn't think much of your work before. I thought it was basic. Dated.