“Okay.” The waiter took the order and smiled, “Miss, the dishes you ordered are the specialities in our restaurant. Have you been here before, miss?”

“I came here once about seven years ago,” Estelle answered.

The waiter said, “I see. Ladies, please wait a moment. The dishes will be served soon.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

After the waiter left, Rebecca lowered her voice and asked, “Estelle, you came here for dinner seven years ago? Did you come with your parents?”

Estelle paused and lowered her head, saying, “No, I came here with Cristofer.”

“Well...” Rebecca, who knew she had touched Estelle’s sore spot, immediately covered her mouth, feeling awkward.

Seeing her...