#Chapter 139: Old Friends

Almara’s Pov Arthur and I sit across from the mystery lady, Chirstina, at a high end coffee shop. We’re separated from other guests by a velvet red rope and security guards. Arthur wanted to bring Christina here to remind her who she’s in the presence of, lest there be any tricks up her sleeve. Although, Christina seems to be at home in this elegant atmosphere. She stirs her tea precisely three times with her spoon before clinking the silver against the fine China and bringing the tea to her rosy pink lips. Arthur leans back with his arms crossed and I fidget uncomfortably in my seat. I expect everyone in the room to be tossing us curious glances followed by hushed gossip, but I’m surprised to see that no one seems to care. Everyone here is wrapped up in their own conversations, touching up their makeup with a pocket mirror, or looking blasé t be here in general. I suppose I forgot that’s a condition of the rich, they all think everyone else cares about them. And, I suppose this