Part 67

Margareth POV When Bastian had not replied my utterance, I was stunned by one of the old friends I knew in high school, Elsa Muller. The only reason why I was amazed was her not aging visual. She was at the same age as me, but her looks were like young adults and teenagers. "Margie! It's really you!" She gladfully said and pulled me into her embrace. I then smiled and hugged her eagerly although I was not so close to her. "How have you been?" I released the hug and asked. "I'm fine, Margie, even though I'm quite busy nowadays. With whom are you here?" Elsa responded and began to observe Bastian's existence. She then got startled and inquired in whisper, "How can you go here with the Alpha?? He is such a picky. Don't you know that?" "Well, he invites me here anyway." I stated the truth so that there would not be misunderstanding. Then, at the same time, Bastian put his empty glass on the table and asked with his friendly glance to me and Elsa, "Is she your friend?" "Yeah, she is. Bastia